I sat down to repast, but not at a table
with many courses; it wasn’t dinner, exactly.
I couldn’t see it all at once;
I was blindfolded,
and presented each course separately.
Then I was told I ate a meal
as one whole, and each ‘course’ was a figment
of my perverted appetite.
You can’t get beyond that, mocked the chef.
He pinched my ass, but I couldn’t see where to smack him.

Written 13 February 1995
©1995, 2000 Ralph Dumain