|Andrew Lindemann Malone's Internet Playpen|
You weren’t here, the Chinese-food menu,
shoved halfway into your doorjamb
by some harried distributor, tells you
as you come home. He isn’t here, you hear it saying
to passersby. As your key turns, you’re relieved
the lock hasn’t been forced. The menu falls.
You stoop to pick it up and see capital letters:
SPRING DRAGON CHINA KITCHEN GARDEN CITY
or some such. Below, a small promise: Delivery —
for $10 (minimum), you can eat at home
without cooking. Egg rolls, entree, and rice
in wax-paper sleeves and white cardboard boxes
with wire handles. Spread it on china,
make it your own. You sit, take off your shoes,
stretch, sigh, and consider.
All this tasty writing ©2002-11 by Andrew Lindemann Malone. All rights reserved.