At the back table of the all-night diner
She drinks her coffee from a paper cup
Watching it form a Venn diagram on the Formica table top
As she searches for logical relations
She left him when he laid his hands on her
She folded up her unworn wedding dress into a garbage bag
And walked away without turning for a last look at the home they made together
He told her that she would never be loved again
And in the ten years since, he has been right
Now she sits in restaurants collecting the scent of sausage in her hair
As she traces her secrets out on paper place mats speckled with egg yolk
Catching the reflection of her pursed lips in a teaspoon
When did those lines get etched around her eyes?
When did she start feeling tired all the time?
When did she stop believing she would grow up to be a princess?
Somewhere in the dark of another night alone
She accepted a tough job that doesn’t pay enough
And the reality that there would be no more bonfires on the beach
With beer bottles blazing amber in the flames
And a set of strong arms to keep her from drifting away
She learned to eat carbs instead of wishing on dandelion fluff
She learned to solve crossword puzzles instead of looking for answers
Finding her truth in the static that crackles on the radio
As country and western plays over clattering dishes
Through the twang of pedal steel and pull of bluegrass
She sees the long, chugging train brush against the steel grey sky
Whistling across the miles of flat farmers’ fields frozen hard
And leaving her behind again
The emptiness in her heart swells until it strains the uneven stitches she used to sew it back together
Gossamer spider webs collect on flickering light bulbs
As another coffee refill slops into her soggy cup
The brown liquid seeps out the bottom as she raises it to her lips
Staining her over-washed linen skirt
Knowing that she will never be happy or free
She drifts away…
This work, “Aggregation of Things” by Beth Murch, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.