Table for One

Table for One

a fixation

on your poem

a goodbye on the morning table

a kitchen full of blues

you didn't need to sign

unknown author

is familiar to this hungry heart

who will pass on breakfast

I just wanted a little sugar for my coffee

and an extra napkin

but you had little to give

and much to access

most of the furniture is gone

the house bleak with emptiness

but I am swimming in its luxury

I like alone

when it means being without you

and blues turn red with envy

and bitter tones

because I'd rather make my own eggs

than be with you.

erin-cilberto

7/16/22

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

So many ways to understand this - do we take the narrator as accurate or trying to convince himself or is it sarcasm? A pleasure to re-read.
Well done, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Winston,
j.