11
Cover Up Please
Babylon suspended
upon Mother's hip
Pinned.
Disconnected children,
chained
hand to hand to hand.
Void.
Unfamiliar restaurant,
Elderly Korean woman
dons the apron
dusts her hands, neatly
folds the towel,
hangs it perfectly
in mid air.
"Can I take your order?"
The room turns sharply,
metal chairs
scrape orange and yellow
linoleum tiles.
Young Japanese businessmen
dressed to impress,
close their laptops.
Flora-scented light bulbs
attract buzzing bees.
"Um...
Um, I'll have..."
She sighs.
Electrostatic mumbles accrue
with the patrons expectations.
Now serving-
The counter flickers.
Mocking her
it stutters between
six and seven.
Shanna is dyslexic and frequently lost in her small Georgia town.
She spells in American-English but prefers grey to gray. She boxes up receipts for revolution then forgets where she's stored them and still expects the tax deduction.
