Bad Behavior in a Mexican Restaurant
The day your umbrella sailed
the length of the room, I walked,
counting. So many blocks back
to the hotel, the lower East Side
disappearing, finally, Midtown
coming into view. You cheated
and took the subway, beating me
there. I knew you would. Later,
you changed cars, to get closer.
Three and a half hours by train
and still I couldn't look at you.
© 2014 Maureen E. Doallas