Poetry - Self

Sentiments

The waitress might as well have given me
crayons and a coloring placemat
after she called you my father

I could have drawn
your ex-wife
the one
who hung herself
with her thick leather lies

while we waited for
our wine
we bathed
in the curiosity
of the couple next to us
they waited
like two blowflies
buzzing
over our shiny secrets
nuances of
dark chocolate and cherry
notes of wanting
to ruffle their dusty wings
I showed them
how to swallow
oysters
shelled sentiments
whole