at a classic, not to say out of date,
fast food joint.
you get to watch people, too,
from the wall length mirror—
figuring out how much sugar they are taking
while they hold their lovers’ hands,
talk annoyingly loud over their phones,
gawk unknowingly at a cheesy rock star wannabe on tv
forgetting that they really are not in the privacy of their own rooms.
and you say to yourself,
looking at the grease and crumbs in front of you,
that’s the cost of a nostalgia.
more often than not,
some things are better left a
27 july 2007