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FOR HIM TO SEE AND
FOR HIM TO BE SEEN

Please.
See me.
My ponytail
wagging behind
my accountant face.
Watch me delicately
manipulate
the small bits of green food
like decorative pieces of a puzzle
lying on a huge white plate.
See me.
I am branded with designer tattoos
cutting-edge leather shoes
rings pierce my nostrils
dance on my flapping tongue.
Look.
There is a tuft of fuzz
hanging limply
from my weak chin.
So ignore them all
hear my silent
din.

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Fine Dining

My fork
its silver set off
by the muted light
traverses
the tender white flesh
the brittle ribs
that preen
with their offerings
as the music
and the subtle
play of the wine
divert
me from the swing
of a double kitchen door-
As the Latino
scrapes the masticated
bone and marrow
into a bloody bin
and flashes a gold toothed smile
at the chef
whose cleaver
tears through a prime cut
then holds some gelatinous liver
quivering in his hands

Meanwhile I order dessert.


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