The Waiter

The waiter turns the cup around, a habit, bred from suspicion that somewhere, someone else was watching, waiting He waits, he smiles, anticipates, but never sees it coming, someone has it in for him but he prefers to leave them wanting Desire, he feels, from memory, and previous experience, leaves nothing but an empty space,…Read more The Waiter

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Did I pay for Christmas?©

Did I pay for Christmas? A child's question asked with innocence yes, I answered with every second, every minute, every day of my solitary existence A debt that has no interest but is paid forever In thoughts and memories that crowd my mind with haunting persistence With poetry and prose that furnish my living with…Read more Did I pay for Christmas?©