by Michael H. Brownstein
I lie about eating.
My wife says,
Don’t eat that,
that’s not good for you,
you’ve had enough.
She asks,
What are you eating now?
Didn’t I ask you to stop?
and my mouth is full
or I just then took a large swallow
or grand food stains are on my face
and I tell her—
sometimes still chewing—
I’m not eating,
I haven’t touched a thing,
I’m just smelling
or something like that
because the only time I lie
is when I’m lying about food.
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