One of them beats it
As soon as I cut that grapefruit.
It permeates the atmosphere.
Even I know that.
The second one sits expectantly.
Is this treats?
I wickedly wet my fingers
With the juice,
Bending down with with the false handful.
An inch from his nosey nose.
He springs back, as if kicked.
Can an animal express betrayal and mistrust?
More poignantly than you might imagine.
I feel instant regret at my cheap amusement.
What was once my compadre
Has become a turncoat.
Thank God for their short memories.
Tomorrow, he will like me once again,
But it will require a double handful.
This dastardly deed I have done
To such a trusting soul.
I trace its roots back, maybe,
To an eleven year old me
Whose best buddy gave him
A bottle of 7UP.
The old green glass ones.
I smiled when he said
Here, I’ll open it for you.
I took a big swig.
It was filled with piss.
Such are the false friends,
And I have been one to something trusting and defenceless.
Finally, the third one sniffs the citrus fingers.
Licks and hangs around for more.
There’s no accounting for taste.
Therapy session over.
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.