I shovel
the macaroni salad
into my mouth with the fork,
holding the bowl tilted
more and more towards
almost upside-down; the tines
scraping musically on ceramic.
Searching the last tube,
last piece of onion
and olive. I kind of can't
wait to chew, but
this
is going to be
the last bite. It counts
for everything.
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