MANDIBLE
I was once there. I was not. Gone. Looking
out for anything - long since past and done.
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The service revolution seemed most certainly
'over.' All kindness had already left. The table
of girls, they filled with babies. A lot.
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Every girl smiled at everyone. I kept watch and,
sure enough, soon my turn. They haggled and
they laughed. Beauty wears a human face.
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Coffee and some grapes.
Water in a pitcher. Sweating
bottles of beer. All these things,
in one place. It seemed, I swear,
a total human party.
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