The heaviness of anger.. of disappointment
a silent meal.
I focus intently on my pile of corn.
I never noticed how firm a kernel is
until it gives way to the pressure of my teeth.
I never thought about how my chicken finger
looks like a fish.
Well, a long fish.
until we fought at dinner
and the silence drew my eyes
down to my plate..
and my fork scooped up the
tributaries of blue cheese dressing.
