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Article: In Nikita's Indian Restaurant.(Poem)
- Article from:
- The Literary Review
- Article date:
- September 22, 2004
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In Nikita's Indian Restaurant
We're on our second date, eating curried chicken,
when the waiter says, "Why she sit on child's step
stool? Why so short?" I say, "Who me? What do
you mean? I'm as tall as Greta Garbo." I say this
to disremember and disregard the slump of shoulders.
The waiter says, "Stand up. I want to see your body."
When I'm empty in a safe apartment, I'll light
cigarette after cigarette. I'll ask of the smoke-filled
room, "Why scoliosis and a bad leg and a club foot?"
But in front of you, I smile to the waiter, the smile
we ...