I am the worst
waitress ever.
Can barely pronounce
half the specials
forget to bring customers
superfluous items
drinks
side dishes
and forks.
Am always frantically
“in the weeds!”
and dread
each and every table
seated in my section.
Prefer hanging out in the kitchen
with the Spanish-speaking staff who
laugh and smile at me
as I stomp and bark
the joke Lucy taught me,
“No mejora, cabrón!”
delivered with a wide grin.
We are all newly arrived,
starting over,
reckless, wild, and alive.
I love sharing shifts with
Crystal, my age
my height
but thinner
with slim hips that the kitchen guys don’t see
commenting instead on my full ones.
She is famous for using
the Heimlich Maneuver to save
a choking customer
who wasn’t even seated in her section.
She gets my humor,
thinks I’m quirky “in a good way.”
Explains New York to me
while constantly pulling me
out of the weeds.