“The Dinner” by Chuck Augello

Chuck Augello


We are both vegetarians
but that never stops us
from eating each other’s heart.

Hers is served in a light vodka crème sauce,
mine arrives without garnish.
We have dined on each other so many times,
it is a quick and joyless meal.

Where once we tenderized and basted
we now eat it raw,
with little conversation,
not even a “pass the salt.”

We reach across the table in silence
grabbing whatever we need
as if the other has already gone.

I am tired of this bloody meal,
but I keep eating as long as she does.

The day we said, “I do,”
we never dreamt we’d be such carnivores.

from Rattle #22, Winter 2004

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