Friday, April 5, 2013

salad (4-5-2013) NaPoWriMo #5


the office was silent, he slowly
tore off the
sticker holding
tight the lid, sound
of it peeling echoed
in the stillness of a general afternoon.

hungry. he opens the plastic container,
clanking the fork against
his desk accidentally,
nearing the bowl only
to find disappointment
as a fly trickled from the container.

he leaned back, looking at the stained
cealing, stomach
crying, mind weak,
he muttered a few
words, "a muthafuckin'
fly flew out of my muthafuckin' salad."

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