Your effortless conversation with our waitress
was the last nail in our coffin. You poured questions
like she poured tea, and the 32 pens in her pocket
that she used for writing poetry and lunch orders
held your fascination in a way that my life never did.
Fascination... that is the perfect word. A brief study
in how to reanimate your mechanical eyes, how to
produce a favorable response in your autonomous
movements with the stimulus "I care, and I love you."
I should have saved myself the heartache, bought
an apron with pockets, and carried 32 pens.