parallaxis

eating alone

the souls of my feet grow thinner as

i shed the weight

i feel

myself climb

climb

evaporate

model metal girlfriend me

there is something about eating alone that i love

how everything there is mine a table

all the space all the air how all the groups

of people are too many how perfect one can be

air surrounds the food is void of breath

seats are mine and the waiter is mine, all mine

and i have him al fresco