that's mrs. mediocrity to you

i am full

no
i am whole

i’ve always been whole
i just sat myself down
at the wrong table

i was hungry

no
i was starved

you served hot air
and boiled lies

i added spice

running fingers
through straight plate lines
of drizzled down salt

(someone else’s tears,
crystallized)

i drank all the water
and folded my napkin

an unused swan
taking shape

on the grey chipped platter
of sweet stale tender
and timeworn
overused
coin

…