norman invited me over for dinner
it was raining so my socks got wet
he said he wanted to make me dinner
lord knows norman can't cook
norman made peanut butter and honey sandwiches
he thought he would be fancy and serve it on toast
he pierced the thickly sliced white bread with the poker
norman held the bread over the makeshift fire he had made in the fireplace
he offered me some brandy
lord knows peanut butter and honey tastes best with brandy
the sweet strong brandy stung my cracked lips as i sipped it
he tried to tell me stories about the stuffed birds on his wall
norman had named the birds after the characters from 'animal farm'
the burnt toast was a perfect housing for the viscous honey
as i bit into the sandwich the honey gushed out onto my chin
it dried in my beard and created a rough sticky surface that reminded me of grout
norman handed me a dishrag that had dried tomato sauce on it
i wiped my chin with the wet red rag until the grime was removed
norman took the dishrag from me and dimmed the lights
lord knows he was always planning something awful
good thing i had a few glasses of whiskey before i came over
dinner with norman always ends in blackouts
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