The child in the the gallery cafe
Was underwhelmed by her
'Children's Lunchbox'
She sneered peeling wafer thin
Ham out from between bleach
White bread
Stares despairingly at the
Cardboard, itself adorned with
Animal iconography for her
Enjoyment
She feels patronised and no
Longer hungry
Pushing both the apple and juice
Box tumbling to the floor
She makes for the door
Her mother still unaware
I have a duty to alert her
But I just watch
She bursts out onto the
Street as I reach for her
Juicebox
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
The child in the the gallery cafe
Was underwhelmed by her
'Children's Lunchbox'
She sneered peeling wafer thin
Ham out from between bleach
White bread
Stares despairingly at the
Cardboard, itself adorned with
Animal iconography for her
Enjoyment
She feels patronised and no
Longer hungry
Pushing both the apple and juice
Box tumbling to the floor
She makes for the door
Her mother still unaware
I have a duty to alert her
But I just watch
She bursts out onto the
Street as I reach for her
Juicebox
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