Issue
#4

July
2009

a poem by Anthony Venutolo

OVER A HAMBURGER

So here we are
again
staring at each other
over a hamburger
during a late lunch,
and I can’t drink this
fucking beer fast enough
to slip past the friction,
to get out of this zone.
The more she doesn’t say
anything, and stares at me or
into space, the more my head
pounds
from the emotional sparring.
As usual, she is pissed about
our talk which never gets
us anywhere, but here,
staring at each other

over a hamburger

again.

© Anthony Venutolo

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