February 16 1992

February 16, 1992

I remember there was roast chicken
on the menu
and there was me overcooked
to the point of
falling off the bone

You took a long time choosing

I couldn't eat so asked for the first
thing I saw

I watched you cruising up and down

Don't know what I want
you said
It's all too tempting

as your eyes grew into bulging
blood clots

so fixated
they didn't see my lack of
appetite

When we left
I moved quickly
In case we bumped into each other
and my white meat peeled away
revealing the cheating carcass

You could've picked me over
that night
lie by lie

It's no recipe
getting even