there are at least
half of a dozen kids
running around screaming
the woman next to me
sounds like she’s hacking up a lung
and the party of twelve
taking up the backroom
can’t seem to speak below
a deafening decibel
they all weigh at least four-hundred pounds
keep filling their mouths
with the endless breadsticks and salad
that this abomination of a restaurant
offers up as enticement to come here
it’s saturday night in strip mall america
and though we’ve all made
the conscious decision to be here
i feel like a fucking alien
the waitresses are all blonde
the waitresses are all named becky
i can’t seem to find my becky
to refill my glass of cheap, shitty chianti
every becky that goes by
i raise my eyebrows and then my glass
then think, that’s not her
or, shit, maybe it is
there’s nothing left to do but endure
think of nero murdering catholics in ancient rome
ponder my empty wine glass
and the ruination of native lands
as kids run and scream
and fat people scream and laugh
wait for becky to bring out
the burnt, lackluster entrée
that the menu tells me is italian food
order another cheap, shitty wine
watch as cars cruise up and down the boulevard
full of other obese, hungry families
looking for a different corporate trough
as the hacking woman
shoves breadstick after breadstick
into her purse
like she’ll never get another meal
like there isn’t another one of these wretched places
two blocks up
and one avenue over
in another strip mall
next to the exxon station
on the right.
John Grochalski is the author of the poetry collections, The Noose Doesn’t Get Any Looser After You Punch Out (Six Gallery Press 2008), Glass City (Low Ghost Press, 2010), In The Year of Everything Dying (Camel Saloon, 2012), Starting with the Last Name Grochalski (Coleridge Street Books, 2014), and The Philosopher’s Ship (Alien Buddha Press, 2018). He is also the author of the novels, The Librarian (Six Gallery Press 2013), and Wine Clerk (Six Gallery Press 2016). Grochalski currently lives in Brooklyn, New York, where the garbage can smell like roses if you wish on it hard enough.
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