Yeah, there are over a hundred people scattered about the hall
A man planted here to fill her needs, a woman posed there to fill his needs
What they need
They both need.
Why do they meet, suppose a marriage of experiences
Intertwined with verbal abuse
A match of wits to discover they have none
A pose, hand held cigarette
It’s fickle light reveals scant wrinkles
Ashes falling down her dress
Foundation covers her wrinkles
Plenty of food, mixing mouths, mixing words, mixing thoughts
Absolutely, I don’t know what you mean
What did you say? I don’t really care
Make an impression tell it to me again, don’t smile
There’s food in your teeth.
Drink this.
Evening’s end, I’m through can I leave?
Graciously I move towards the door, my exit to leave quietly
Oh! Are you leaving already?
Early day tomorrow lots to do besides – I have food in my teeth.
(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved
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