Inquisitive darting to and fro
With no real place to go but this way
Or that and you’re so tremendously
Fat for your kind
Place my finger above the bowl and watch
You taste and with apparent distaste for the
Morsel that it isn’t twist your
Transparent chemical delicate bone a small cut
Into flesh that is so alien to mine
An otherworldly smile that fills your bowl
:: TANYA MEESON :: 