fine dining

the food doesn't sit
well with us.

Ethiopian perhaps.
buffalo? goat?
who's to know what the meat
is or was
that lies now in a spicy
brown sauce
on our yellow plates.

we wash it
down with beer brewed
in a Cambodian rain forest.
nibble on cake
from mexico.
thick and soft,
dripping with sweetness.

we look over at the table
beside us
and nod. we should have had
that.

potatoes and chicken.
a slice of pie.
coffee.