LUNCH BREAK

preface

I'm working in this restaurant

if you can believe that.

half of my human interaction involves

(both) literal and metaphorical

lunch breaks.

1

on a lunch break, all are equal:

little totters, venerable veins a-walking,

suits with heels and hair grease,

overalls with those flat orange pencils

(are they sharpened the same way?)

and car grease, I presume. a minority

have humanity, their eyes like flint

being flinted reflecting something like

sanctity, and they see how things work.

2

now, how can this be made poetic?

3

I've got this friend

who has this boyfriend

who has this gun.

now I think being shot

could be something,

but not a good way to die.

also, I've got this date!