Styrofoam plates smothered
with sweet and sour chicken,
and a rose from Meijer
You bend a plastic fork and pout while
the Asian lady speaks in tongues
and we say dinner’s delicious
so she giggles and grabs another Diet Coke.
You smile at me as snow blankets the earth,
and I reach for your hand,
as we gaze out the half-transparent window
towards the smoke filled skyline,
while inside the Happy Rose buffet
couples chatter over clicks of chopsticks.