Waitress, I’ll have the usual…

…my heart on  a platter with a side of false promise and a garnish of unearned flattery. No beverage necessary, I’ll just lick the blood from my wounds. For dessert, I think a nice thick slab of reheated silence topped with a spoonful of icy indifference. Yes, I think that’ll be a “to go” order actually. These days I pretty much dine alone.