DAY 19, POEM 19: FAITH LIFT

It's never too late for a lesson in love
said the one large woman to the other
over lunch at Bloomingdale's
(Cobb salad and tuna salad platter, respectively)

Both ladies stared blankly almost sadly
at the food before them but became animated
each time they caught each other's gaze
as though they each peered into a mirror

A gilded mirror with an anti-steam mechanism
and glare-free lighting because that's the best way
to see oneself they each thought separately
but with equally righteous conviction

They spoke of planned surgical procedures
both necessary and elective -ectomies and -otomies
and all the attendant bother and reward
and split the check evenly to the dime

Leaving behind a shitty tip