greek diner gods
seated in a booth
we were
that morning
the shore restaurant
in cleveland
one block south of mount olympus
vat of meats and nectar the centerpiece
of our table
lovely
i turned to my seat mate
post corned beef omelet
and queried
“Hey, Sarah? Are you gonna eat that pickle”
“No. Why?”
“Because if you don’t want it, I’m dipping it in that fucking gravy…”
chomp
moan
swallow
To which John replied, “Jesus died for this gravy.”
alex chewed through a laugh