We sit darkly among the shuffling of the pots
And the murmur of the television
Me and my cozy solitude
A redyellow booth all to ourselves
Grains of couscous have spilled
From the edges of my mouth
On to the plastic tray
Sprinkled with pepper and salt wrappers
I lean back and breathe
Between ambitious morsels.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
We sit darkly among the shuffling of the pots
And the murmur of the television
Me and my cozy solitude
A redyellow booth all to ourselves
Grains of couscous have spilled
From the edges of my mouth
On to the plastic tray
Sprinkled with pepper and salt wrappers
I lean back and breathe
Between ambitious morsels.