Sunday, June 21, 2015

You Hope It’s All a Dream

You sit down to your dinner:
it’s a pink bowl of blue goo.
You test it with your finger
and the goo adheres to you.

You ask your dinner partner
if she wants to touch it too.
She says she doesn’t think so,
since it seems too much like glue.

You’re not sure what to do.
This surely can’t be true.
You look around for cream.
You hear your partner scream.


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