One Of My Loveliest Moments Of Solitude
I remember
One of the loveliest moments of solitude I had:
at the Yoshinoya outlet near my school where, I,
having ordered a Beef Bowl (Student’s Meal, please…
Upsize??? Uh, yes) sat at the end of an empty row and
thought it weird for two girls (next to me, my age or so)
to be giggling so unabashedly as though
they owned the restaurant - but that was their solitude;
mine was less unrestrained: I told myself, first,
get the veggies out of the way. My teeth went to work
kneading carrot, cauliflower, broccoli, …
(don’t touch the onions because the beef tastes horrid without it)
so did my mind, digesting my book – “Art Now”- apt title
solitude so boundless yet personal it must have
been art. That was the lovely moment, actually,
after which a glare nailed into me by one of three students
(one female two male) sitting opposite curtailed my freedom.
Then, they laughed, almost selfishly, among themselves,
at me, I would presume? Surely solitude
wasn’t this – an uneasy, paranoid experience?
Not being caught up in a conversation of one’s own left one vulnerable.
The situation felt as sticky as the rice. I shortly got up to leave,
though a second glare caught up with my footsteps. Solitude
leaves the job of conversation to the eyes.
1 Comments:
woah yay finally i'm not the only one posting...i like bing's style of poetry - the line breaks always seem very natural
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