The roast looks magnificent,
I can almost taste the glistening juice,
dripping down the sides as though
there is no other place for it
but before our hungering eyes.
I see you practically
salivating opposite me,
between us the roast is
perched quite perfectly,
a distraction,
a piece of meat to catch your eyes,
instead of falling upon me.
A wave of jealously:
how ridiculous!
How can I be upset that you’re
adoring a piece of cooked flesh?
But it’s the intent behind
that stare that makes me
pale behind the way you
usually look at me and assess.
Perhaps I’ve grown too old a view —
overfamiliarity can cause a rubbery chew.
© 2019 Lauren M. Hancock
also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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