OutlierA Poem by Dan HerahYou took the plate,
handed it to the next person took it back before
they touched it. The plate had a piece
of brown steak, some mashed potato with herbs, some green peas. You loved to cook,
you bragged about it. You give that plate
to the person beside you. I take it, cut the
steak open with a knife. White glue oozes out
onto the knife. The steak was blood
red inside, A worm wiggled out,
half cut. I looked at the
knife, saw your smirk on the blade. © 2015 Dan HerahAuthor's Note
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