#546090 added November 1, 2007 at 11:27pm Restrictions: None
Fortune Cookie
Well beyond being
spring chickens,
my friend and I
reinvent ourselves
in a Chinese Restaurant,
opening up secrets,
as we talk of
torn away, defamed loves.
I fear the grey plate,
and united like sisters
playing the fool,
the chopsticks
are out to get me.
Then, the fortune cookie
clenched in my hand
crumbles like an obscene gesture.
“Make someone else happy.”
The words shake like dice,
as I pause to sip diet Coke,
mulling over the speech
of our food.
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