Amalgam

The Human Animal

I grabbed the paper bag from the delivery guy,

rushed to the dining room

and sat before the plate that I had washed,

dried and carefully placed on the table.

I cut open the bag with scissors,

as the tape tends to be stubborn

and had to be kept away

from the plastic table cover, once it came off.

I reached in and grabbed the boxes containing

fried chicken, tacos, and hot wings.

I placed one of each on my plate

and devoured them to fill the emptiness

in my stomach that had been yelling and kicking

for the past few hours.

I sat there until the boxes just had bones

and felt my belly touch the tableside.

I sat there even after the bones

became an unappetizing specter.

It was hard to breathe, and all that I felt,

as I salivated and chewed, paled

before the weight, I had to carry now.