Poet's Corner: 'Waiting Tables'

Ethan Rivera

The banter starts

innocently. Guns

‘N Roses soundtracks the booth,

packed full of fear

and his family. The man

smiles through purchased teeth

while calling me the terrorist

he sees on TV shows. I mute

myself. I have practiced to be just

enough rock.

Back home, I consider packing

my bags — full of fear.