shopping center restaurant,
we indulge our diet-cheating
desires.
The wine splashes in
over-sized glasses,
we pluck at chicken chutney,
and clams casino.
You ask me what lurks
under the glob of gouda,
and I say, a piece
of random bacon.
You laugh and exclaim
that should be the name
of a band
or poem, I think to myself.
Sleepily we dine on Italian dinners
and dream of red shoes,
hair-do's
and the chances
of becoming rock stars.
Andrea Jazwiecki 2004