Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

November 2, 2009


Filed under: poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 8:46 am

At the Falls Cafe

Think of me as the waitress serving drinks at the Falls Café, who carries tumblers of iced water on a tilting silver tray above her head as she threads the crowds of tourists, always watching over that solitary guest who lets the skin grow on their coffee, whose fingers shred white serviettes, or circle the edge of their bitter cups, whose gaze is lost in the rainbows and mist. Think of my touch as the hand laid softly on your shoulder that returns you, blinking, back to earth, to the unbroken rolls on your table, this camera holding your face in the dark.

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