8/16/2009

The Ridiculous Meal

At first she tried to mimic them,
their long, sad faces, expressions
like blank pieces of paper. Properly
here folds the tablecloth, knives
and forks and spoons like some prestigious
ritual or an intimate way to control
the environment. Then one day she woke up
in a valley of earth with nothing to eat
but beetles and worms. No manners or
ceremonial rules. Just hand to mouth.

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