I take a break from writing,
go to a diner not too far
from my house.
I walk in and grab a
local newspaper and
sit down at the counter.
I order a ham and cheese
sandwich on toasted wheat
and a water.
I open the local newspaper
and start reading.
a man is sitting a couple
seats down on my left
having a cup of coffee
and also reading the
local newspaper.
“everybody’s crazy,” he tells me.
“I guess so,” I tell him without
looking up from my paper.
“must be something in the water,” he tells me.
I just smile and nod.
he finishes his coffee,
folds the newspaper
and tosses it aside,
drops fifty cents on the
counter and walks out.
I finish my meal,
pay and leave a tip,
walk out and leave
to go back home.
while I’m driving
my stomach turns
and bubbles and growls
and then it feels like
my insides drop straight
down and overcrowd
my bowels.
must be something in the water.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
I take a break from writing,
go to a diner not too far
from my house.
I walk in and grab a
local newspaper and
sit down at the counter.
I order a ham and cheese
sandwich on toasted wheat
and a water.
I open the local newspaper
and start reading.
a man is sitting a couple
seats down on my left
having a cup of coffee
and also reading the
local newspaper.
“everybody’s crazy,” he tells me.
“I guess so,” I tell him without
looking up from my paper.
“must be something in the water,” he tells me.
I just smile and nod.
he finishes his coffee,
folds the newspaper
and tosses it aside,
drops fifty cents on the
counter and walks out.
I finish my meal,
pay and leave a tip,
walk out and leave
to go back home.
while I’m driving
my stomach turns
and bubbles and growls
and then it feels like
my insides drop straight
down and overcrowd
my bowels.
must be something in the water.
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