Waiting for the Recourse While I Consume Four Courses

Today I sat

head of the table

lunching

on some conversation

par for the porridge

I was

goldilocksing

my motivation

to make mistakes

clockwise

or counter

cause I’ve never met a man

I couldn’t convince myself

I loved

one feels too hot

one burns too cold

and this one is

just right

testing for the taste

smells like rose

bud

ing romance

til it’s time to put the fork

down

ate my own words

now I

wait

for the recourse

cause love is best chewed

before swallowed

take it down deep

girl

cause it’s gonna come out

shit

on

second helpings

sloppy timing

for such a

sweet thing

well

you said a little heartbreak never hurt anyone

unless it was an attack

of the myocardial

degree

an infarction

infracted

from the social norms

your talk is cheap

and pretty girls

make the best

conversation

fodder for your

feature

broke in

bedded down

ate my way through the meal

til I was quickly your rumor

mill

ed

about

this milieu

put YOUR fork down

eat YOUR words

judge a girl by her cover

read her book backward

start with my last line

up

go

tit for

tattoo

cause lady, I’m just trying to dine

here

and you think you can shame me?

starved for attention

or binging on

bad feelings

you bit off more than you could chew

now give me this metaphor

so I can swallow it down

lick my lips

to taste

how sweet it is