by kelseydeemer

Forbidden from meat he glides over faulty current sensors,

pauses,

shakes his tail, and proceeds.

His choices are presented in order: berries then root vegetables then

leafy greens lightly misted with carbon dioxide.

He should be good. He should stick to what

his dietician recommended.

Two cups of fruit, two cups of veggies,

and eight pounds of meat. But

maybe being bad isn’t so bad.

Maybe indulging

in something satisfying

feeds us longer than longevity.

So, he approaches the cashier and pays, not in cash, but in teeth.

Categories: kelsey deemer, mar 1, trash