i blame it
on tomatoes
and lettuce,
romanine,
never iceberg,
carob, beans
and rice,
soy milk,
no meat, nothing
with a face
will be
consumed or
will suffice,
it must be
raw, uncooked,
unsalted
or unseasoned,
never packaged
or processed, she
has made her
life miserable
with her bland
and tiring
dietary decision.
and she watches
me as i wolf
down a burger
so rare, sizzled
and fried,
the blood dripping
onto the shoe string
rings and fries,
her face frozen into
a horrfying pale
stare. but i'll
help her limp
to her car, if
she can remember
which one it is,
and where.
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