a study toward sonnet #287 by FisherKingKQJ
She became a stranger to me again
As she sat among her several friends
In the cafe, and I returned to the pain
That intimate one on one love suspends.
Dysmorphia and low carb diet mania lends
A stash to arty portions by the plate,
An air of bonhomie in tidbits rends
Small tomato consomme consummate.
I ordered lattes, and we talked her weight,
I quietly worried her blue temple veins,
But her violet eyes were in sparkling state,
So the picking at food was in her reins.
She was earning a middling salary-
She was fine, give or take a calorie.
She was earning a middling salary.
She was earning a middling compensation.
She was earning a middling pay.