Casserole Personalities


I used to feed on casserole personalities;
Picking through traits
Like a fussy toddler,
Exasperated by the notion
Of consuming peas & carrots.

A narcissist voices his recipes
In a monotone,
And I season life
With his suggestions for taste.

I ask for seconds,
Hoping to fill up my stomach
Smaller than my eyes.

At times
I crave the taste of mold.
Fascinated by its purpose
To flourish
Beyond digestion.

I used to wonder
Why I stopped receiving invitations
To dinner, but after disgusting bulimia patients
With my love of bile,
-I learned to enjoy the conversations presented
At an empty table.

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