I ordered for the table
stable cages to be
waited in.
Waiting for our
waiter whom out
comes our late,
erratic, and auto-
generated friend list
is a pair of pairs of
pears ensnared by
their own selfish cares.
So they wait and debate,
whose is more,
who's the best?
I sit silent,
blinded by
their whining.
Downing wine,
so devine.
Night went south,
kinship sprouts,
no wins allowed.
The wind howled
as I got up from
that table.
