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August 2022
Kelly Sargent
usernameks@aol.com / www.kellysargent.com
Bio Note: Born and adopted with a deaf twin sister in Luxembourg, I grew up in a military family in Europe and the U.S. I am an author and artist now living in Vermont, and wrote Seeing Voices: Poetry in Motion about my childhood experiences related to twinhood and deafness. Unrelated poetry is forthcoming in Rattle and Eunoia Review. I love to frequent diners in my county, and usually order an all-day breakfast special and, of course, a slice of the homemade pie.

Hold the Gravy

you say to the buxom, auburn-haired waitress
wearing plum frosted lipstick
when you order the turkey special 
with mashed potatoes from the menu
at Bobbie-Jo’s Diner on Sunset Bay Road. 
 
We seek wounding in the places we most need to heal, 
you tell me as though you are my therapist,
and check the reflection of your piercing green eyes
and chiseled jaw in the window beside you. 

Order anything you want, Hot Stuff, you say
as you drum your manicured fingers in tune
to Survivor’s “Is This Love” playing in the background:
I've tread those mean streets
Blind alleys where the currency of love changes hands.

After you drop your clean fork 
for the waitress to pick up in front of you, 
you brush its back gently against your white starched sleeve
and promptly stab your slab of cold turkey
that doesn’t need it
because it is paper thin and dry.

This meat is overdone, you say with your mouth full
and cranberry sauce tucked in the corner of your lip.
It’s definitely not worth the price, you grumble
wiping your lop-sided frown with your handkerchief 
and eyeing the fit blond with the bob cut over my shoulder.

You missed a spot, I say, tossing you my used napkin.
Next time, pay for the gravy, I tell you. 

I wave to Frosted Lips.
Separate checks, I say 
over the drummer’s solo. 
Originally published in Moss Piglet.
©2022 Kelly Sargent
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