Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Not Just Dessert: Pheonix 2012

It is important to note

I did not know he was sick.
He did not tell me.
There was no polite cough or
suggestion of weakness.
He ate well and
we argued over the check
and threatened
to explode
or at least to burst
a button or two.
I told him
that if he went first
I wouldn't bother cleaning up after
and he said that I'd
better up the tip then.
We laughed about
a service charge
for such an event.
Enough laughter
to leave
you breathless
purple faced and
collapsed.

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