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Cafe Cause A Scene

A metal spoon crusted with icing is stuck to the floor.
People walk by for hours.
No one dares glance in the mess’s direction,
for, once acknowledged, the problem becomes a responsibility,
a burden really, and manual labor is not what people go out to eat for.
The wait staff hovers by the drink table— bees by their honeycomb.
That’s where they take all of the take-home money home.
Maybe everyone saw me throw my spoon.

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