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.
This poem is about:
Me