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communal (breakdown)
by Jared Fladelandwe wait
across a table like children
awaiting punishment from our parents
occasionally staring into each other's eyes.
our food arrives
and the silence does the talking for us
as we cut our food into tiny bits
and chew only for a few seconds.
by the time we leave,
it's only customary for us to say
"I had a wonderful evening,
let's do this again sometime". 06/06/2007 Posted on 06/06/2007
Copyright © 2026 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 06/06/07 at 05:52 PM I've had meals like this too. Actually where the atmosphere would have been improved by silence instead of the negativity blowing the food (and communication) cold as it leaves the lips. |
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