Lunch
is the innocent meal; the
wholesome repast. You've been
awake out of bed crossing items
off your list long enought to
have eaten before; now time for
childhood picnic food a sandwich
you gripping it tight in both
hands. Add some soda or coffee
even some milk just taking on
fuel for an afternoon's
work. (Later the fun begins.)
Status revealed by where one
eats lunch you compassionate
wishing all secretaries out of the
communal kitchen and into their
own private office door with a
lock where you like lunching alone
reading the paper gentle unwitting
rehearsal for years at the end.
Mary Winters
