With lips the very opposite of steel,
you bit and pursed and mouthed, “I love you more
than eggs with onions,” which were laid before
us, our go-to midnight diner meal.
Two hands had forks. The other two we hid
beneath the table, your acrylic Fuck-
Me-Reds like teeth around my fingers. Stuck
inside your staring, I was just a kid
who wanted more but didn’t know. I drew
my hand to grab my knife and acted shy
when by the pie revolve I saw this dude
who went to our school. “What do we do?”
We bolted and forwent our slice of pie.
As was your wont, you sunk into a mood.
Aaron Ricciardi is a NYC-based writer and performer, currently in his final year of Indiana University’s MFA Playwriting program, studying under Peter Gil-Sheridan. Plays include Nice Nails, The Travels (New York Musical Festival), and Resting Bitch Face (Tennessee Williams Festival One-Act Play Contest runner-up). Aaron is a lyricist at the BMI Musical Theatre Advanced Workshop, and a graduate of Northwestern University, where he studied playwriting under Laura Schellhardt. This is Aaron’s first work of poetry. www.aaronricciardi.com