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  • Day Poem
  • Benjamin D. Egnatz (bio)

Lunch at Sapporo, 47th street, the waiter nods and bows as I order noodles in soup, and soon his dark arm will lay across the table when he brings the food and I won’t mind, I think, as he now re-arranges the small bottles of vinegar and soy on my table, even turns once the pepper shaker. Loud are the lunch sounds at Sapporo, 47th street, waiters sightlessly yell out greetings and thanks, the many-burnered range rattles, the burning jet of gas; all day glass after glass of water being poured, clink-clunk of cubes of ice spilling into the pitcher spout; four Japanese businessmen, too, just arriving, bubble courtesies. After the waiter has brought the food, his brown eyes barely making contact, hurried sound of pencil across the check, perhaps a flap of check hitting table, that small shock coiling across the soup surface in the large bowl, I will bob my head into it and seem like the businessmen giving it my courtesy, will seem like the waiter, greeting it, thanking it.

Benjamin D. Egnatz

Benjamin D. Egnatz is currently a doctoral candidate in English at New York University, where he teaches freshman writing. He is also employed at the investment firm Hyperion Capital Management, Inc.

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