SITUATIONAL COMEDY by Benjamin King


Perfect Strangers


Salmon and cream cheese and lettuce and capers on a baguette,

I don't know you yet but I sit at the table kitty corner and listen to you order.

The Norway on Tuesday and water and on Thursday it's a taco salad.

Your voice: a tornado with a Mexican name. It's tearing me up; my insides.

Now it's midnight and I'm picking flowers from the grave of an un-named baby.

And you are dreaming of a horse.



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