Notes on a Napkin

I’m the only person
who is eating alone
in this casino buffet

There are eighteen couples
seven groups of three and
five tables of four or more

The hustling wait-staff are
all working in hustling pairs
Two women are at the register
We’re training tonight said one

At the few empty tables all
the chairs are pushed in so
at some point they all touch
and none stands alone

Everyone is eating and talking and
no one’s frowning or looking at me
I must quickly finish these lines
as I fear I may not even be here

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Bill McCloud is a poetry editor for the Right Hand Pointing literary journal and is the poetry reviewer for Vietnam Veterans of America. His poetry book, The Smell of the Light, reached #1 on The Oklahoman’s “Oklahoma Bestsellers List." His poems have appeared in Oklahoma Today and the Oklahoma English Journal. He is a faculty member of William Bernhardt’s annual WriterCon, presenting sessions on writing and publishing poetry.

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