It seemed so easy
with a smile played ever so delicately
it was unlike me,
and almost horrible
she tells me she's a waitress
she asks me if I smoke
I say no
and she walks outside
later,
"have a good time"
with a delicate and motherly touch
before disappearing into the crowd
I wonder if it hurts her
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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