Date Night

halfway through dinner they took off their rubber masks

the cannibal & the vegan

he chewed on the blood desperate for her flesh

she snapped carrots in her teeth like an anxious neck

forks clanking against plates while hip bones went unbruised

when the check came, it didn’t move

they both wanted to eat, but neither person wanted to pay

 

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Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

1 thought on “Date Night”

  1. And he did not say what he wished to say. And she said what she did not wish to say. And the conversation continued until they had nothing to say. That is when they finally met. It was so awkward that he had to kiss her – – – and she returned the “nothing to say.” And they lived miserably ever after. Not communicating, not understanding, nothing in common except sex.

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