Sunday, August 8, 2010

mouse

Dark haired mousy woman
orders nachos and sits down
pawing through her hair
to move it from her face.
I hand her order to her and
she smiles thanks and looks at it
with reluctance in her eyes.
I wander back to what I had been doing
and rustle cellophane with fries
while her bony fingers
pick through the cheese
with the hesitance
of a recovering anorexic,
scrunching her nose a little
with each slow bite.

i wonder, was she really hungry
or was she trying to prove
something to herself?

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