The chicken drips wax and the turkey shimmers heat
As he eyes you across the table
Lost in thought, gazing at the heatwaves
Rising from the oven, slow roasted potatoes
Crunch underneath your cold teeth
Your friends reach across the table
And let the flames sting their fingers
Enveloping their skin, dancing
On the edge of pain, pushing your limits
The refried rice washes up and down
In his mouth, silence fills his thoughts
His mood is detached and he's at one with
Nature, in harmony with art
Lost in the immaterial, buttery cheesecake
Feels soft in between your metal fork
It bends and weaves in and
Out of steely prongs, candles and wine
Decorate and illuminate the
Soft laughter, dim lighting making
Everyone's faces look like a silhouette
He eats with a spoon alone at a
Table of forked intentions
More beer, please, for the Sad-Eyed Boy
And his appetite for pretentions.



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Nothing is happening.
leaves and curry.
Kale and quiche.
Quesadilla relief
Knish and Pepper.
Cartoons and cereal.

we are gathered around this table today
candlelight illuminating our silhouettes
the lights are dim and the food is warm
the laughter is soft, and dizzying
the edges of my memory are going fuzzy
actually nothing
violins melting into screeches
faint stress crying in the background