Dinner
by Janelle Fine
A rusty knife and rotten peach
chewed up words at the dinner table
crisp white linen
I saw verbs and nouns
displayed on bone-white China
how they devoured sin
like crunching through glass with teeth
or drinking hot-blooded champagne
I chewed my sandwich slowly
and I remember
I still remember the look on her face
when she walked in
all that was left of me was a torn
and wrinkled piece of skin
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