Jeff Peeples is a writer, therapist,
teacher, and Dean of Students and Counseling at a private Christian
school. He lives in Milton, Georgia.
© 2007 Jeff Peeples
That Is Not What I Meant at All
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all."
- T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
And she set her teacup down on the table at the O.K. Cafe.
She said nothing.
I knew I had passed the dagger, handle first, her way,
And face-forward turned my back.
(May the lady have a heart
With a side of bitter dipping sauce?)
She sipped again.
Nervous, not thirsty.
"Maybe you misunderstood." I made
Odd noises on the diner vinyl.
(The clock is ticking loudly
Like a sharpening guillotine.)
"I meant, like friends..."
And she rose and left the room.
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