Character Development

“Of course he didn’t say what he meant,”

snarked my literature degree while

my small town diner waitress went

three rounds more about “who’s gonna get the child?!”

My lit degree’s making itself useful these

days. Economy’s not so great but

denouement is making a comeback. “He’s

not paying her a dime, Bea. Order up.”

Outside it rains pathetic fallacy.

I consider explaining show vs. tell

but it’d only work to characterize me:

part of her alliterate clientele.

“Back again?” she smiles, “More coffee, sweetheart?”

I nod. I try not to fall apart.