I act how I should.

How I was told to always be good.

Don’t speak unless spoken to.

Make myself small. Smaller than you.


So small that I disappear

Until it is time to serve

a man. Blame myself

when he goes looking for

food at other tables.


Suddenly too small.

Not enough.

Not enough

to satisfy him.


-February 2015

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