By Sophie Nevrkla
CN: Knives, blood, food
When you and I were happy,
we were even happier
not to be
one-of-those-couples-who-sat-down-to-dinner-and-said
nothing
‘We’ll never be like that!’
we promised,
and shook our napkins out in unison
before
chopping and
slicing
our meat, twin vultures
in bloody communion
Knife slipped
through
artery and vein,
cracked gummy, translucent skin
White plates filled with fleshy juice,
potatoes soaked red,
splintered bones pushed to
one side –
Now, I am a vegetarian.
You say things like
‘Pass the salt’
and gaze
blankly
at the
space
above
my head
unsmiling
‘I’m just sad that we wont be able to eat the same food anymore’,
you sigh
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