Poem by Richard Brautigan

Restaurant

Fragile, fading 37, 
she wears her wedding ring like a trance
and stares straight down at an empty coffee cup
as if she were looking into the mouth of a dead bird.
Dinner is over. Her husband has gone to the toilet.
He will be back soon and then it will be her turn
to go to the toilet.

1. 30 Cents, Two Transfers, Love
2. The Wait

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