Mystery Plate

by clippedtrust · 04/02/2026
Published 04/02/2026 19:38

Curry dust, sharp.

Back to that table.

Plastic plate, dull fork.

Almost fable.


"Special of the day."

A grey stew,

with lumps and a film.

I chewed.


Every bite a climb.

A forced smile, tight.

The waitress watched.

Through the long night.

#alienation #forced politeness #monotony #service industry #working class fatigue

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