Sarcasm Suits Him Poem by Monita Soni
Sarcasm Suits Him
He opens the door
Mind already made up
To pur acrid vinegar
On my overflowing radiance
I tremble
Try to float
On the gulped wine
Greet him with stiff arms
He smiles
That pretend smile
Cloaked in the tattering cape
Of tediously acquired spirituality
Cuts onions
Grinds spices
Throws a knowing glance
At my pizza
We eat in silence
I drink some more
Waiting
For another day
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