dinner date

engrossed while guarded

squirming through smiles

we peddle concrete lies, 

unload them on the plate.

words drop stillborn 

like some laughable miscarriage.

practicing risk analysis

calculating our chat.

i am launching code phrases,

sending smoke signals.

with hair strategically combed to obscur 

the vacant growth.

in mealtime chaos our tongues croak dryly

in search of loves key.

with each lipstick grimace 

i shrink deeper into the chair

until my arms can no longer reach the fork.


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