DINNER DIVE
︎︎︎ Sam Kane
︎ Nov 10, 2026
I wipe my eyes in the mirror and rub my belly,
I shower and dress and fasten my silver watch.
Everyone always compliments me on this watch,
They say it looks so nice and big and shiny,
But I know it’s cheap and got a scratch on its face.
I walk to dinner past a few faceless people.
A waitress pours my wine. She pauses and smiles.
I smile and my eye drifts off to Monday morning.
I take a sip—I picture her hands pouring.
I slice a piece and bite into my pink steak.
I walked over here through a dream-lit corridor.
I sign my name and float back across the street.
I remember just crossing this way and smiling with another.
My eye catches the sun’s last crimson glimmer,
And I stare out for a moment then walk inside.
I shower and dress and fasten my silver watch.
Everyone always compliments me on this watch,
They say it looks so nice and big and shiny,
But I know it’s cheap and got a scratch on its face.
I walk to dinner past a few faceless people.
A waitress pours my wine. She pauses and smiles.
I smile and my eye drifts off to Monday morning.
I take a sip—I picture her hands pouring.
I slice a piece and bite into my pink steak.
I walked over here through a dream-lit corridor.
I sign my name and float back across the street.
I remember just crossing this way and smiling with another.
My eye catches the sun’s last crimson glimmer,
And I stare out for a moment then walk inside.
Sam Kane was born and raised in Boston. He is finalizing his debut collection, Feast // Famine.