Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Maid Boyfriend Restaurant

You can never go back.
Not to maids or boyfriends
or restaurants.
It’s never the same
as the first time.
Somehow the floors never shine as brightly.
The conversation isn’t as sweet.
Touching doesn’t give you the same tingle.
And that perfectly cooked grouper,
isn’t.
It’s like that.
The shine wears off.
You notice the dust balls in the corner,
and the dental floss left in the trash can,
and the underwear hanging on the bathroom door.
And what you thought was the perfect
Maid
Boyfriend
Restaurant
turns out to be a disappointment.
So you look for another
and another
each time falling in love
with the sourdough,
if only for an instant.
Each time falling out of love
only to be left hungry for the next
Maid
Boyfriend
Restaurant.
I’ve stopped eating out.