dinner

dinner

we evolved this relationship over dinner

she’d eat anything I’d bring her

just wanting to sit there

together in the dark

she didn’t want us to look at each other 

truth be told she was a messy eater 

I’d just focus on the sounds 

of her teeth against the fork

we’d play with food for hours

I’d wait for her to finish 

those vegetable traumas

relived with each passing dish 

by the time we left the table 

we were only able 

to drift off to sleep 

on the way up the stairs

awaking with a killer hunger 

foraging all day for another dinner 

the entire pattern would repeat itself 

without ever making it to dessert