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I Accepted the Potato Salad Because You Were Serving It

Yes, the time had allowed another opportunity to be near you, Though well heaven knows whenever you are near my fear crunches my breath, Leaving me starving for you, and wanting nothing more than to flee… I stood in line, mainly because my family was there… God knows I was not hungry at all… Which is odd—I’m usually always hungry when I come to food gatherings But there I was, my stomach swirling, and I looked out of the window, And I saw you with the others, serving the food My first thought was, great, here’s an opportunity, And then the fear came—oh boy, what are you serving? Are you serving something I like? Something I hate? So I closed my eyes and opened them again… And I looked at what you were serving… It was either macaroni salad, or potato salad; wasn’t quite sure at the time I was more intrigued by how you presented yourself, So friendly…so easy-going….so very natural and engaging Damnit! The line is moving fast! I cringed at the thought of approaching you, Even when I was following all the others; And I knew you couldn’t be left insinuating- Oh, that girl’s kinda weird and creepy… I guess you’d only think that if I went to the table for the third time or something- But still, I was shaking with stupid thoughts There was a problem though… I do like macaroni salad… well, a little bit--I've never loved it And I’m rather sick of potato salad frankly… So if I refused the food, would you think it’s just another way to avoid contact? Or will I give eye contact and smile at you, and say “no thank you”? As I got closer, it was apparent it was potato salad… And I begin to think Well! Potato salad…it’s not that bad…let’s play it safe, shall we? Let’s get a little bit. And before I knew it, I was where all the food was You were talking speedily, happily with the others About just everything it seemed… my ears heard blurs at this point A lady offered me salad – I accepted the bowl and slowly put dressing on and looked up And you smiled at me and said, “Best potato salad in the world, right here.” And I can’t remember if I smiled, But I most certainly lifted that stupid plate… The lady next to you said, “and there’s another kind right beside it!” I said quickly, “I think I’ll pass…” What she didn’t know was that I was trying to get the hell away before I vomited on everything and everyone... I wasn’t hungry at all… But one thing was certain… I accepted the potato salad because you were serving it! And I ate it too… It wasn’t bad…in fact I could say pretty easily, It was the best potato salad in the world Right here…. You were… were….. right there.

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Date: 2/9/2022 6:45:00 PM
Laura, loved the title and the poem. A little serious humor. I have always been awkward at approaching ladies I've liked.
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Date: 11/14/2014 6:56:00 PM
Ah the old potato salad poem! :) I love it. What is it that we are all truly serving up? And why do we eat what we normally might refuse? If only I knew the answer. The devil is in the potato salad! Another fine write from my favorite poet. ~Kilmer
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Date: 11/11/2014 4:32:00 PM
For now on I will always think of a potato
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Date: 10/18/2014 7:03:00 PM
The way love can make us compromise, its strange indeed. You make the mundane magical, epiphany in an average situation, your style in this poem has xool humor, a curious casualness to it, and your infatuation is so innocent and charming Laura. I can feel your nerves and arousal. I would eat steamed squash if you were serving it! J.A.B.
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