a guaranteed disappointment

A Guaranteed Disappointment

Seems like a long time since the waiter took my order.
I’m slurping on ice,
Slouching on seat,
Distracted from conversation.
Longing for the moment
That’s become my obsession.

The bread has been broken,
The water has been spilled.

My thoughts a tornado
Of a salad sans-tomato.
My sides grumble with giants,
Grapple with grapes,
Grow weary of waiting.

My mind is mud. My tongue a desert.
This is me
Enjoying the journey
Waiting.

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