Every Sunday Afternoon on the Upper East Side

SunshineYou’re outside,
You’re online
It’s crowded
Some girl is eyeing
your date
and you wonder if she
went to college with you
Hostess ushers you in
and
don’t trip over
that or
that
or excuse me excuse me
that.
I’ll have a burger.
I’ll have eggs.
Burger.
Eggs.
Someone pushes against your chair
and, no, what?
Sure, more water, thanks
this isn’t American cheese but the cheddar is
so good I think it’s alright
and I suppose it is challah because
it says so on the menu.
Yes,
I’m done
My cash
My change
Ow, excuse me
excuse me excuse me.

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