Thursday, November 29, 2007

Dinner In Bed

One by one
the dumplings shove into your mouth

and clog up the pipe hole

without enough room to cut the pieces down to size
I watch quietly as your face turns a pretty shade of red
(remember the poppies in your mother’s garden?)

you had hours to notice the grubby thumbs
dirtied by the way I live

but you greedy little thing!

now it’s too late
as your eyes roll back in your head
and your body falls limp to the floor

I prop you back on the pillows
slide up against your neck
and grin at the mess that I have made

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