tenderly
reaching
After Bon Bock Café, E. Manet
waitress
lowers head to
stretch
her neck, sore from
bending
and bowing
aching
fingers fold
giraffe
animals from
starched
white linen
napkins
used to press
droplets
of chef Miguel’s
cold
asparagus soup from
wrinkled
lips of
society
ladies who
wear
too much perfume
floral
and heavy and
don’t
know the difference
between
being alive
or
really living.
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