Plots, Plans, Pots, and Pans
What do I do now… That the table I set On which I planned To devour you again, whole, Has been cleared? The carefully arranged plates: Lifted away before any course, Only the golden rimmed chargers Cotillion perfect table setting with its linen napkins wrapped in tidy floral bows (ready to be unwrapped the same way I intended to unwrap you) Remain Not even soup! Though a cheese plate with a decent crusty French bread may have been appropriate to sop up my sap. At least she left the Prosecco glass, Shaped like Marie Antoinette’s Tiny cups Filled to the brim with a vintage I should’ve sampled a long time ago So that when the waiter asks, “Are you doing ok?” I can say yes Think fast enough to cover, recover …I make a plan to act up As usual, take a lil sip And leave the rest to fizz out flat When… Surprisingly: the dessert still arrives And ...