spiraling awe,
the waitress sees me seeing her
and I wonder if she is happy.
I wonder if she wonders
about me
wondering about her.
I wonder what her life is like
and if it contains love,
and if this spoon place holds
forever for her.
I wonder if she is happy behind that smile
as she takes my dumb coffee crumb cake order,
as I am non original.
I wonder if she hates the word waitress,
and prefers the more modern term server.