Monday, March 16, 2009

harold(s)


he said he didn't eat dark meat
but he sat down at my table
with no utensils, no manners
licking his fingers as he finished
smacking his lips ready for seconds
swallowing hard
searching my table
thirsting for a drink
gently sipping my milk
down to the last drop
sitting back
satisfied and belly full
he licked his lips
asking if i was hungry
mistaking me 
for the other white meat

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