Gently pressing against the gum
I love it when he whispers.
Eyes all serious.
-He reaches out
-Touches my hand.
Ensuring that I heard every word.
And like a rhino
He bows his head
Eyes looking up at me…
-as if I’m incompetent.
-Am I ?
We’re out in public.
He’s in the middle of His “traditional briefing”
⁃ The one he usually gives me before I embarrass him out in public.
I nod my head in agreement anyways.
-Although I didn’t hear a single word.
Licking my lips as I straighten the plaited napkin in my lap.
“Babe, hows my posture?” I say without saying.
While I pretend to be confident.
Looking him in the eyes
As I drink from the glass of wine…
I never thought I’d be able to afford.
The food arrives.
“New York strip cooked medium,” breathes the server
-TBone medium rare.
“Where are you?” My mother texts me.
“I’m on the other side of town,” I respond.
Far away from home.
One thought on “La Cuenta Por Favor”
The imagery and wordplay here is awesome. Like I’m experiencing a movie scene; I was locked into the “P.o.V.” from line 1…. Solid piece
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