differently when alone,
when there's
no one there to judge us while
eating dinner
at the coffee
table in front of the tv.
there we are gnawing on a fried
chicken or steak
bone
ravenously, like
a wild animal, clearing
it of meat,
drinking milk from
the carton.
how easily
we lick our fingers,
and eat
with the wrong fork,
sometimes
even using a spoon for
the mashed potatoes,
then Jello.
toothpicks at the ready.
napkins are for the weak,
why bother when
you have two perfectly
good long sleeves.
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