by greenbamboostudios

From where I sit, the sight of people who chew, wholeheartedly, with their mouths wide open, often confronts me.


Just as I ponder this again, a man still chewing on a mouthful of lobster comes within inches of my face and asks for The Way You Look Tonight.


I’m grossed out.


I start the song and my mind begins its own private monologue about how I think the way people need to start looking like tonight.


When really, I should be asking how I’m looking in the moment.


Will I be able to ask for more, if I haven’t been able to fully swallow what’s already in front of me?