Anthony Yeykal lives in Allentown, Pa., and works part-time as a distributor of
surgical products to India. His poems have been published in Art World Quarterly and Blackheart
Press. He admires the work of Joseph Brodsky, Robert Creeley, and many other remarkable caretakers of the
language.
The waiter comes to the table full of news;
bows joylessly, hesitates, stares at his shoes
just long enough to set the hushed scene in stone:
for the moment’s now his likeness, his alone
to mouth the unimagined—but expected—
bold flourishes the chef has resurrected
out of darkening pans with creepy ideas:
the bread, the pudding, the sauce—all sepias.