after enduring another day <br />at Spinoza high school <br />didn’t have time to eat lunch <br />starving <br />ordered a square <br />tottered to a booth <br />and plopped down <br />Two women walked in <br />looked like mother and daughter <br />younger one ordered <br />then sat in front of me <br />saying, “Next time he opens his mouth <br />I’m gonna chop off his hand <br />HE’LL DROWN IN HIS OWN BLOOD” <br />The older woman said, <br />“HE’S LIVED TOO LONG ALREADY.” <br />A kid carried a plate of lasagna <br />to the couple <br />younger woman said, “CAT PUKE.” <br />older woman, “TAKE IT AWAY” <br />then removed a bottle of Red Dog beer <br />from a paper bag <br />and gulped. <br />Enzio, Jr. ambled to the couple <br />and said calmly, “First, <br />no beverages from outside <br />Second, I made this.” <br />“YOU’LL DIE LIKE HIM, ” said the younger woman. <br />“Who you talking to? ” Enzio Jr. asked. <br />“I’LL SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE, ” said the older woman. <br />Enzio Sr. opened the door <br />with a flourish. <br />“ROT IN HELL— <br />YOU AND YOUR GRANDMOTHER, ” <br />said the older woman. <br />“Remember them faces, ” said Enzio, Jr. <br />“They looked like mother and daughter, ” I said. <br />“Most likely, ” he laughed. <br />“You got a good sense <br />of humor <br />after what they said <br />about your lasagna.” <br />“You hungry? <br />a gift.” <br />The still steaming pasta <br />before me <br />I plunged in <br />and after a single bite <br />proclaimed <br />The Best Lasagna in Brooklyn.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-trudged-into-bay-pizzeria/
