| I was in a
nice sit down restaurant
Anxiously waiting for my order of Life.
After years and years of pleading,
My request was taken-
I was going to live.
Halfway through my appetizer of
Preparation,
I heard a loud crash come from the kitchen;
And the shouts of a chef saying,
"Use it anyway- we don't have any extra's."
Not long after, the main course was presented at my table.
There was a piece missing here, and a part in the wrong place there-
And in one sickening second-
I realized that this was my Life.
Of course I considered sending it back;
But 1 knew, they would only rearrange it some more,
And spit on it,
Before proclaiming that it was now perfect.
So I was stuck with my own damaged life.
Originally published in the North Carolina Poetry Society's
"Award Winning Poems, 1998"
Used with permission of the Poet. |
