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Satisfaction.
sunday morning
breakfast in uptown
we can do this again
we can get here just in time
to beat the sleepy-eyed crowd
dressed in wrinkly clothes like us
I can complain that someone else
has the Opinion page
you can stare at the top of my head
and look away
in the moment right before I look up
we can sit in the non-smoking section
and I can keep it to myself if I crave
a cigarette halfway through breakfast
we can get the cutest waitress again
I can look at a bow-legged guy and smile
you can accuse me of having impure thoughts
and I can deny it
you can look confused by your breakfast
I can order poached eggs with soft yolks
dip the corner of my toast into the deep yellow center
and tell you how much I love yolk on toast
I can stare at the man
the next table over and say
I know I know him from somewhere
you can ask me where the bathroom is
I can laugh and say it's right behind you
you can claim to know a waitress
from high school, lower your voice and tell me
she used to look better
I can try to count the freckles
on your face
that for some reason I only notice
in the morning
I can sit and think with satisfaction
about the previous night, about the coming day
you can kiss my neck in the parking lot
yell sarcastically that you miss me already
I can kiss the window of my car when I pass you
you can laugh at my face smashed against the glass
we can do this again
Posted November 6, 2002 11:37 PM | On This Day: 2006 2005