
I often think that
millions of people have nothing to say
including myself
Until I am with that Howard girl
chewing lettuce
across from me
her erudite monologues on
race
abortion
politics
reality television
in the candlelight
the accusatory tone
the loud body language
and instead of trying to get a word in
I continue nodding
tell her she's wonderful and very smart
She smiles to herself
pokes her fork in her salad
and
I look at the waitress's ass
Sunday, December 9, 2007
DinnerDate Bronson
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