Cold Chicken Taco
John Grochalski

can't seem to grasp
contemplating this
cold chicken taco
court street, brooklyn
with autumn turning
and this woman
slamming into my chair
as one of her kids
and the other screams
bloody murder
as businessmen come in
and talk about
their vacations
to yosemite, san francisco
about hiking trails
away from tourists
no one thinks they're
a tourist
everyone is wrong
and the cold chicken taco
is lying in foil
that reflects my face
the day
both distorted
she smacks my chair again
slaps the one kid
shouts at the other
businesswomen come in
in packs
suffocating the place
with phones attached to ears
with perfumes of the past
with asses fitting into
polyester pants
good asses
bad asses
fat ones you can really hold
but i can't seem to grasp
at anything
this day
the point of it all
why i got up
this chicken taco
getting colder in the foil
while i wait
and now the kids
are screaming and crying
and she smacks my chair
a third time
doesn't apologize
gives them a time out
holding up everyone's meal
everyone stares
but they see nothing
go back to talking
about nothing
about cell phones
and hiking trails in yosemite
and i shove the
cold chicken taco down
hoping it stays there