Alone in a restaurant
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at a table for four:
phone car keys a plate of food
a book of poems
each claiming its right
to Life
its right to my life
watching them
Those Who’ve Fitted In
as they say:
“Like A Glove”
…
The banal
then suddenly
You
on the other end
alone
hidden by barriers banality
and barmen
I want to know
what are you reading
is it what I’m reading?
who are you
is it who I am
No!
are we both here
for the same reason
that we did not choose to be this