tales from an ordinary world

2001-06-13b

Claustrophobia restaurant crime, overwhelm me with your adjacent table conversations, too loud for a quiet evening in this Moroccan restaurant. Flames hop about in the bottom of some cutesy-design glass in front of me, and I should talk more, but I feel so defeated, and I wonder how I'll get out of my chair without bumping all these other people. Words hang too heavy tonight. There's always tomorrow.