9 poems dugger - Trish Dugger
9 poems dugger - Trish Dugger
9 poems dugger - Trish Dugger
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Otherwise<br />
Seems like a long time since<br />
the waiter took my order,<br />
disappeared behind a swinging door.<br />
I rearrange silverware, move a fake<br />
carnation in a dingy glass vase<br />
to the neighboring vacant table,<br />
take out my paperback. A few other<br />
solitary diners, moored to separate<br />
small islands, lift forks and eat in<br />
a sea of silence. I dog-ear my page<br />
as the waiter reappears with<br />
soup du jour. Friday. Clam chowder.<br />
Once it was otherwise. Fridays.<br />
Me and Dino at Bully’s cruising for<br />
seats at the low bar, shouting out<br />
our orders over laughter and chatter.<br />
Doubles. On the rocks. Extra olives.<br />
I knew someday it would be<br />
otherwise. When his ship sailed<br />
or, as it happened, sank.<br />
And a deep longing for gin soaked<br />
olives sinks its teeth in me.