POEMS


The New Girl

A new girl named Teresa was to start on Wednesday
I thought she should wait until Monday to begin
But it didn’t matter what I thought
Not anymore
Maybe it never did

She arrived at the restaurant early
She was clean, shinny, and wore little white cotton ankle socks
They were folded over at the top
I wanted some of that action
But would get none

Babbs came in to train her on the side work
Filling napkin holders and other benign tasks
I didn’t hold my tongue
But expected more than cold shoulders
I’ll never be  a stranger to unreasonable expectations