seated, formal, behaved, <br />and stopping to read the <br />morning paper, <br />the tv is on for the <br />usual morning news, <br />the cup of coffee is on <br />the breakfast table, <br />the usual rice and sunny <br />side up fried egg <br />and dried fish to <br />with your wish for <br />the wholesome thing, <br />salt and sugar and <br />something sour <br />like a piece of <br />lemon to accentuate <br />your need for a variety, <br /> <br />in front is a woman with <br />curly hair, big earrings like <br />a mystic, <br />she speaks in crystal ball <br />reminding you <br />of your inevitable <br />pain in the future, <br />you are her slave and <br />you listen, <br />though you are not <br />interested, <br />(shit, shit, you have these <br />words hammering in <br />your mind) <br />finally, you take a glimpse <br />of her mouth, <br />they look like scissors, <br />her nose looks like <br />a wrench, <br />she looks older <br />than you think, <br />cranky like an old <br />rice mill, <br />you like to get rid <br />of her, <br />you know this woman, <br />her name, <br />and her being a <br />part of you <br />even for life, <br /> <br />you create a certain distance <br />like Mars and Pluto, <br />farther away, you settle on <br />the orbit of earth, <br />this marble planet, known <br />for its coolness <br />and tolerance for <br />evil. <br /> <br />you're not quitting, <br />you love that dragon inside <br />your hot, creamy coffee, <br />and then you smile, and tell yourself, <br />after she had spoken <br />her piece, <br /> <br />it is a beautiful day <br />it is a real beautiful life out there. <br /> <br />you step inside your car, drive for work, <br />and let life manage your life somehow.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/caring-less-for-the-loquacious/
