Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Diner Poems

The grandfather of the Diner Stories project is a book of poems I published back in 2009. "Diner Poems" is a collection of my memories, impressions, and statements on the diner gothic. Essentially, a gathering of portraits in print.

Here's one of my favorite poems from the book:


The waitress is still young, her skin
is still clear. Not yet showing
pockmarks that come from
a three-pack-a-day habit.

Male consumers still glance
at her cleavage every time she
leans over the counter. She's not
unattractive yet. Even with

the handles on her hips, and
a slight pooch over her waistline.
Her shirt is short enough that,
when she bends, a winged tattoo

is revealed at the base of her spine.
Her long brown hair is tied
in a short bob that flails
with every sweep of

her slender neck. And whenever
she arches her back,
her butt sticks out farther than
her stomach. So it's still

a given that she's not
unattractive, yet.

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