Dave

Dave is staring at me
again
staring and staring
believing me unaware
I want to pluck his eyes out
with a salad fork

poink poink

I imagine them in my mouth
rolling them on my tongue
all round slick and white
fragile skinned like
fresh grapes
Testing their firmness
with my teeth

squink squirk

Being careful
not to pop them
Then spitting them out
into the dust
at his feet
There’s no getting around it
I hate Dave

cae 2003