I wish i had an actual picture ...
True beauty
True beauty was
the contents of the tray I spilled
which fell
and smashed upon the marble hall
outside the lift
on the 6th floor
of the 700-room 5-star hotel
I worked room service
in 1996.
True beauty as
I disappeared
in shame and shade,
just to return
some three hours later, past midnight,
see the scene was just the same,
the shattered glass,
the scattered chips and chops,
the wine-stained stone –
my masterpiece, my worth.
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