September 2006
1 post
Leftovers
You can’t finish your meal, so you place a piece of your chicken onto my plate. I’m a fat guy, I understand: I’m supposed to have room for any food people throw at me. You, on the other hand, are small, petite, fragile. So I’m left to pick up the pieces of what you can’t finish and make sure they get properly dealt with.
It’s not only with food. You are small, petite, fragile. Your heart...