Steak Dinner

You made me weep inside
That day the steak molested the tile
“I’ll eat it” you said
I said “…”
Isolated by silent thoughts;
Have we always been this selfish?
Have you always been so alone?
Did you know we would’ve thrown a tantrum;
Gone hungry, if we would have had to eat the meal
That peeled away from the floor

There was nothing abnormal
To dwell over or mention
Maybe we thanked you for the meal
I don’t remember

– Eric McCarty (1/30/2012)

Last Thursday’s Poem: Kites (3/22/2012)

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