amidst a swarm of suits

I am asked if I have a reservation
the voice’s hope that I don’t is lucid
I say that I don’t but I called and they said (before they could see me)
that they could seat me before 7
so they do

I order the only vegetarian dish on menu
and an Ice Tea
which is brought to me in a glass filled with more ice than tea
which they never cease refilling
nor do they cease every 5 minutes asking me how is my dinner

my dinner,
bonding with my tongue to produce a reaction,
a realization
of exquisite pretension
which I keep stuffing into my mouth
to the point of gluttonous torture
and I keep sipping the ice tea ‘til slurpy emptiness
and then chewing the ice cubes
and upon my umpteenth refill I scream

You fascists! You are fattening me up so you can eat me alive!