Your simple beauty,
your coy indifference,
Ah!
Was it fate, or
was it chance
that brought you,
and your mysterious elegance,
to such a mundane eatery?
To such a commonplace space
in my lonely life!
I return, I return,
not to sate a hunger,
but to pique a thirst
for something, almost intangible,
miles from an inexpensive burrito.
Love, attraction - simple,
simple want for simple,
simple beauty.
You take my order, my money,
but I dare not say
what I truly want
what I'd truly give.
A Szechwan-style restaurant, but
their hottest item
isn't on the menu.
My Kung Pao Tofu is packaged, and
I smile to the employees
as I depart.
If only
I could
Kari Out
that waitress!
Those tits!
under the black button-up shirt.
That ass!
accented by her tight black pants
That hair!
a shiny, black intensity tied back.
Those glasses?
Those black frames are new to her face.
She's still pretty.
A bowl of miso soup before me;
"a gifta fo yu."
She turns around to clean the sushi bar,
each wipe reverberates in her hips.
A gifta fo me.
I paint designs
with my chopsticks
in a dish of
wasabi-saturated soy sauce.
As the waitress clears my table,
we exchange smiles, again;
she takes the empty, wooden sushi tray,
my cup, and the soy sauce dish.
Im familiar with most
of these Asian waitresses:
Most of them are Korean.
Theyre familiar with me, as well.
I like inari and kappa rolls.
Theyre all pretty girls,
and they treat me well.
Im a very frequent customer,
and I like leaving them tips.
As the waitress returns
with my teacup filled,
we exchange smiles, again;
I dont have the heart to tell her
I wasnt done with the soy sau