vying for a feast

from here

it was never clear
if her pain was known to her;

exuding in vast waves,
deposited at my feet

frenzied and feeding -
starving since 20 years.

we gorged on turkey legs
at the Renaissance fair;

she twirled in her costume
vying for a feast –

a fast begging for a break.

no one watched, but I saw -
indulging in her misery.

“you are so pretty, nan!”

we were just alike,
her pain and i.

i ate it all and never choked -
but wondered if she knew.

 Written May 12, 2005