fat on table scrapes is happy
despite
his size.
his belly full with whatever
it is
i cook.
when i'm gone he
nudges
the recipe book off
the shelf
and browses for something
new.
he tires at times of chicken,
or fish,
or stew.
when i see him with his
sombrero on.
i see what he's up to
and stop for beans and rice
on the way home.
fajitas for two.
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