I Learned to Swallow It

Remember when I cared.
About people, I mean.
Just as ridiculous,
I cared about things
Beyond my realm,
Tucked under-
Neath my parent’s
Mattress.
I got into a flop-
Sweat once or twice
At breakfast
Over eggs. Over-
Easy. Aborted bird?
Mother made me eat it.
Oh father,
Why didn’t you
Ever have anything
To say about that?

(for Quickly)

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10 thoughts on “I Learned to Swallow It

  1. Wow, this made me uneasy, queasy. It worked, if that’s what you were shooting for. George Carlin: How come if it’s a human, it’s a fetus, but if it’s a chicken, it’s an omelet?

  2. Yeah, it’s hard to say “Like” when the visceral response is strongly disconcerting, as I think it’s supposed to be. Well-worded work! Difficult to read and take in, which is a sign of its success.

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