what it is -

the International House of Pancakes

on Okeechobee, you know the one

I'm pouring percolated coffee from a rose gold holder

you know how it's done

I'm trying to pull something slick,

something bigger than my little line of sight

I bow to my cup, take a sip, I smile -

my prayers last night

promising promises I already promised

fried

chicken and waffles, I take a bite

waiting for you to come back, I been waiting

but I say to you anyway,

"you know I was joking right?"