A Woman and a Man at Lunch
written by: Aimee White
The meat is dry, the other is juicy.
Casado means a “husband’s lunch.”
I am famished.
We are not married.
It is not your fault,
You have always had plenty.
I have been without
And do not have any.
Tail ends and dream scraps.
Have some gratitude for what you get.
But give it all and fluff me up.
It is so easy for me to be
Jealous of every little thing.
When at each feast, there is nothing left,
But the crumbs of what I am missing.
I eye your plate and life and world.
You chew and chew, so self-assured.
Time is precious when there is none to spare.
I envy that you drink it up as air.
I know that mine is born of less.
A feeling you may never guess.
The table is always dressed for you.
I set the silver and leave the room.
Be the work, the love, and hearth,
Never question if it is not enough.
Embrace existence when asleep,
Swallow sorrow, desire, grief.
The dorado is limp.
My drink comes last.
I gulp it down and break the glass.
- A Woman and a Man at Lunch - April 7, 2025
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