Steak Babies
Steak Babies
In black strappy shoes,
My dinner had come.
It felt like the lottery,
I had won.
The package was small,
It came with a bag of bread.
I opened the box,
To see what charity I
Would be fed.
Steak.
Juicy.
Medium Rare.
Fragrant.
Succulent.
Steak.
I bit into the meat.
It yielded to my
Teeth.
I could not help but sing.
Bite after bite.
It melted in my mouth.
I yielded to the,
Sensation,
Of the grateful,
Contemplation,
Of why the,
Universe,
Chose me for a
Free,
Expensive meal.
And I knew,
I would dream of,
Steak Babies.
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© 2014 Deirdre Adele Thompson