At The Ramada Inn

At The Ramada Inn teenage boyfriend sits butt close to brown eyes waitress with bleeding lips serves a silent sirloin middle aged mother says the meat is too rare bespectacled father stares at the impaled thing says the leaking steak isn’t dead enough to eat bleeding waitress takes jiggling meat to the flames teenage boyfriend tells brown eyes he loves her loves the windsong perfume she keeps in her purse loves kissing her strawberry lips in the beige impala teenage boyfriend daydreams now of holy matrimony of living in a two room duplex with two perfect children of driving the family into town with scapulars hanging waitress with bleeding lips serves a screaming sirloin teenage boyfriend sits butt close to brown eyes