Five Days Of Poetry — You Ate The Pizza

You Ate The Pizza

you ate the pizza
you know you did
you woke up in the night
and skulked your way past the
giant hibiscus in the hallway
until you caught a glimmer of the
night-light through the kitchen door
and you jerked the three pieces of Deluxe Combo
from their cardboard home
right where I left them
on the second shelf of the fridge
and you stuffed them in your mouth
while you stood in the cool light
of the open refrigerator
and yes, I know, I know for sure
that you chomped and chomped
with a grunt and a groan
snorted, belched and undermoaned
like a cavewoman
dressed in little more
than some thong thing
you found at Sears
and then you came back to bed
smelling of pepperoni
and primordial lust
and you greedily finished off your
midnight forage
with a mouthful of sausage
until the band in my head
broke through the sound of
your sultry slurping with
an ooh ... poo ... pah ... doo ...

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