I’m wearing short
shorts and long
socks, glasses
that weigh as much
as a boiler. Waitress
is in a dress wrapped
tight as a second skin,
painted like Mondrian.
I know all the words,
but I’m afraid to say
any of them out loud
Ben studied poetry as part of the UCLA Extension Writers' Program and is a reader for DishSoap Quarterly. His work has been published or is forthcoming in Bending Genres, HAD, Maudlin House, Gone Lawn, Scaffold and other journals. Find more of his work on X @benjaminstarr and at benstarrwrites.com
