Scene from a Bolivian Restaurant
I drizzle neon green sauce
onto fat, starchy kernels
as late morning’s light slinks in
like an impossibly thin teenager
past the bar
lined with liquor no one drinks.
Families eat lunch,
not breakfast, not brunch.
Nursing my can of diet soda,
I wonder
how the hot sauce and corn would taste
at home with our smaller, sweeter kernels.
I forget
we are only two blocks from the mall,
one block from the bus back home.
Marianne Szlyk is the editor of The Song Is... Recently, she published her second chapbook, I Dream of Empathy, with Flutter Press. Her first, Listening to Electric Cambodia, Looking Up at Trees of Heaven, was published by Kind of a Hurricane Press. Her poems have appeared in Long Exposure, Of/with, bird's thumb, Solar Nation, Quill and Parchment, Silver Birch Press' series, Jellyfish Whispers, Napalm and Novocaine, Poppy Road Review, and other online and print venues including Kind of a Hurricane Press' anthologies.
Marianne, what a picturesque well written poem! I enjoyed it very much. The unique way you describe each Scene is so inviting. Makes me feel like I am sitting right there with you as you sip your diet soda, watching the morning light slink in like an impossibly thin teenager, and maybe thinking I wish I was that thin. LOL Thank you for sharing your talent.
ReplyDeleteLove, Charlene
Thank you so very much, Charlene, for your praise!
DeleteLovely poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sheikha :)
Deleterefreshing and spontaneous. enjoyed it very much. ralph
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ralph :)
DeleteI really liked this piece Marianne!
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