'directed writing: poetry' >> fine dining
>> dîner-ing (or) waltham vs. paris
(v. 2)
i.
In Wilson’s diner I announce I’m going to seduce
the proprietor’s Elvis-y looking son
in the backseat of his car
in a church parking-lot.
“This is our goal,” my friend says,
putting a half full Heinz on the table between us.
I make the syrup pot groan in response.
ii.
At Café Richard I refer to a waiter as “Monsieur Tightpants,”
hypnotized by his smart vest,
I drop my gloves when he asks me to
“Retournez-là après minuit.”
“Et voila!” My sister says
when the oil, vinegar et moutard arrive.
I click the tiny serving spoons in applause.
(v. 2)
i.
In Wilson’s diner I announce I’m going to seduce
the proprietor’s Elvis-y looking son
in the backseat of his car
in a church parking-lot.
“This is our goal,” my friend says,
putting a half full Heinz on the table between us.
I make the syrup pot groan in response.
ii.
At Café Richard I refer to a waiter as “Monsieur Tightpants,”
hypnotized by his smart vest,
I drop my gloves when he asks me to
“Retournez-là après minuit.”
“Et voila!” My sister says
when the oil, vinegar et moutard arrive.
I click the tiny serving spoons in applause.