Service was slow
everyone else seemed to be getting their food
everyone else was white

three slim girls
dressed for public school, jeans and tennis shoes
hair braided, teeth perfect

asking the waiter
could they have their water refilled and when
did he think they could eat

a bell chimed
he walked slowly to the kitchen pass-through
returned with two plates

out of the special
that was his explanation even though
none had ordered it

they were friends
they stood up as one and pulled on their coats
all too angry to cry

you have to pay
someone said it way back in the dining room
the door miles away

they walked
more poise and grace than the old carpet deserved
chipped crockery rang

behind a velvet rope
a crowd stamped, exhaled white steam, when cold enough
everyone’s breath does

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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