LPiA-23 Nov. 6
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My wife sitting next to me
not even looking, uncertain 
she even hears me.  My eldest
daughter next to her though 
staring, quiet, expectant. 
No reason to panic, or move.
My boy directly across from me,
Uneasy glances to his sisters
on either side, my youngest
clinking silverware, shuffling peas.
What have I done for this image
burned into my last moments.
Contempt? Hatred? This is my blood,
and as I'm giving up, the maitre d,
lifting from behind, heaving his fists 
into my chest, ribs cracking, 
for a tiny projectile shrimp, to arc
a path into the scattered dishware.

Oh my God, how worried they were,
so glad I made it, they couldn't live
without me.  How wrong they are.
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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LPiA-23 Nov. 6 - by Tiger the Lion - 11-06-2023, 10:36 AM
RE: LPiA-23 Nov. 6 - by dukealien - 11-07-2023, 01:13 AM
RE: LPiA-23 Nov. 6 - by CRNDLSM - 11-07-2023, 01:45 AM
RE: LPiA-23 Nov. 6 - by TranquillityBase - 11-07-2023, 04:05 AM
RE: LPiA-23 Nov. 6 - by RiverNotch - 11-07-2023, 05:44 PM
RE: LPiA-23 Nov. 6 - by rayheinrich - 11-07-2023, 07:43 PM
RE: LPiA-23 Nov. 6 - by Tiger the Lion - 11-11-2023, 04:16 AM



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