She eats her spaghetti
with a fork like a shovel,
ignoring the etiquette lessons
from her mother so many years ago.
You can tell her there’s
tomato sauce staining
her mouth like lipstick
smeared from the night before,
but she’ll just laugh
and wipe it away with her sleeve
when she’s finished.
You would think
such a messy eater would
leave bits of her meal
all over the table
but when she’s done,
there’s no trace of
her haphazard manners
and she disappears
again.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
She eats her spaghetti
with a fork like a shovel,
ignoring the etiquette lessons
from her mother so many years ago.
You can tell her there’s
tomato sauce staining
her mouth like lipstick
smeared from the night before,
but she’ll just laugh
and wipe it away with her sleeve
when she’s finished.
You would think
such a messy eater would
leave bits of her meal
all over the table
but when she’s done,
there’s no trace of
her haphazard manners
and she disappears
again.
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