I detest the taste of it
Unpleasant aroma
The presentation placed before me
I want to turn away and ask for a replacement
Reheat it to a more golden brown crust
Or
Just up and demand a refund
Walking away with the intent on providing the most adverse review on social media
The moment I regain my senses
Writing each word with malicious intent
Regretting nothing
Monitoring for the many
“Likes”
I am sure to follow
I’m not supposed to hate
Not what I was taught yesterday
Right after the proverbial golden rule
But it touches a nerve
Itches where I can’t properly contort my elbows and
Reach that spot
With sharpened
Jungle fingernails
I look it in the eye
After the fact
After the screams
The moans
So dissatisfied
What was I thinking at the time
But after the cigarette smoke clears from the darkened room
I realize
The choice wasn’t mine
A poor hand of spades
And I had to play it
Endure it
Hoping that my skill and guile would get me through to the next hand or a different partner or a different dealer
So
It now finds itself at the tip of my pen
An anguished climax
Stained in black and white verbiage
And I sit alone
With tears
And fears
Knowing it will come again
With no knock on the door
Always
Catching me in the most compromising positions
It haunts me
Because it knows it can
The inevitable