• A.J. Super

Girl or Just Violence from Here: Poem Two


The Corner Diner Between 3:09 and 3:24 a.m.

We’re waitresses with hands glued to rags on counters I say as I watch this Lady make-up dripping from blood injected whites in the red vinyl booth across ashen diner wipe one splash of yellow yolk from sink-eyed mate’s stubble face My name is ________ and I’ll be your server tonight her rag limp at her side bound by tight little white strings around 28 inch waist bust overflowing insignificant white uniform grazing her ass as she walks away with my hashbrown order How can she be so perky at 3:12 a.m. in this dirt white diner surrounded by red and blue flash lights blending into wide orbits Smiling though tomorrow black masked man will point black .38 at her pretty net bound blonde coif blue-raspberry Icee eyes pink rouge cheeks strawberry milkshake lips and Boom Lady across and partner stand slide grey fur black leather she slips two silver strap stilettos while he flakes crisp green on white Formica table like toast crumbs Lady sweeps into her hands and claps to asbestos tile Blonde waitress slaps her way to my table with steaming microwave confetti potatoes Will that be all for now 9 minutes her shift will end she wants to sit rest on squeak red vinyl white maryjanes and vanilla-cherry check tile parallel But two in black uniform silver buttoned open glass aluminum door laughing she pads canvas feet for two menus black coffee burger-grease scummed How are you this evening two grin red blue orbit lights gleam white apron and silver buttons Tonight it’s quiet

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