_Dinner for none_
I don't know what this is about. I know it makes no sense, and it's weird, but I felt like writing it.
Meh.
----------------------------------------------------
Nobody is coming over tonight.
I pour rice into the sink.
The oven is on and full of smoke.
I serve the rice and add a dollop of smoke.
Nobody picks up the fork to eat it.
The food goes cold.
I am angry that it is cold
Before nobody ate it.
The cold meal reeks of boredom and loneliness.
I walk out the door.
I switch off the candle.
I sleep, and I dream
Of the food that nobody ate,
The chair that nobody sat on,
The house that nobody entered.
