Death

Sits at the dinner table with me

He has

Impeccable manners

Never touches anything

Never talks out of turn

Truly

A somewhat amiable chap

Except

He has the nasty habit

Of compulsively looking

At his watch

And then grinning at me

His knife and his fork

Mesmerizingly glistening

In his bony white fingery traps

While kicking me under the table

Offering no excuses

And only the occasional

Wicked killing glance

Of an immortally bored guest

Just waiting to get up

Forcing me

Out the door

With him

Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program


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