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Family diner

I don’t want it, I could just go

What’s point of eating together

when we’re going to pretend

these centerpieces are anything

but an insult

 

When holding these daily

meetings, perhaps we should

introduce ourselves every time

if the slightest of my saliva

is unwelcomed in the air

 

The box of tissue has to

be gracefully brought next

to each member’s face as

to not have tissue dust

in the sauce flavored sludge

 

The decibels leaking out of your

voice box should be delivered

in a generous manner as to

allow everyone to hear the

secrets hidden in your kidneys

 

Never use personal utensils

to carry center dishes to

personal plates, the public

ones are there for a reason

as we practice for public opinion

 

Everyday, we are gathered

around this stupid table with

an excess amount of space

to mourn for this one here

as tomorrow is her execution

 

This one here who is always so

quiet and mellow but sometimes

so rude when she refuses to

let us love her to the full extent

of our capacity for romance

 

No. No. I’ve had enough, I’m full

I’ll volunteer to stay for these

flattened bowls. Tomorrow will

have its own tomorrow and I’ll

never get the guillotine, I know that much

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18
Published
Mar 24
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2023

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