They asked you for a name, which they would shout
from the door and you would raise your hand.
Noone gave their real name and noone laughed
at any name you chose. You are Agamemnon
and that's just fine because your waitress
is Desdemona Lisa and you believe her.
When the plate of cheese and oolong tea
arrives, and you cut off the tip of the chalky
white wedge you've never tasted before,
you wonder if this is how Agamemnon eats.
Yes, it is. Of course it is.
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