Dreadful Dinner

I was climbing up the sliding board
as we undressed each other, communicating in cheeses
I am fooling.
The cold transparent ham is on my fork — let me explain.
I saw her eat my heart. At Every Meal
Some is set aside. She is invited everywhere, as I pose
Frozen
with the chicken from last week,
Barefoot and under animal spells.
I am fooling.
Openly. Yes.
maybe because it’s one word.
PushingWalls
The tablecloth at breakfast, writhing, nearly
airborne.
Like. Sandwich.
Cold Meat Inside the soft cheerful. Brown
Breakfast, eating plain.
Unfortunately
You cannot bake or boil
Facts.
and the
Kids carry A
thought
As you eat it
While fingers maneuver through the Night
Looking
for silent worms
with Terrible Teeth