Thursday, December 10, 2009

your server was em w.

I ordered it in the tall red glass. Table for one. Her tiny hand placed it in front of me. And she smiled, like a nymph, a seraph, a tiny siren, sent to tease me. I wanted to talk to her, more than just thank you and I don’t need anything else. But I didn’t. Her smile kept coming. And at the end, the check. Your server was Em W. Em W.

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