Updated: Nov 5, 2020
You take me to fancy dinners and watch me eat with my hands. I nod while you tell me about work, as though I know what you're talking about. Your face reminds me of country clubs; I don’t belong in country clubs; they don’t let you eat with your hands in country clubs. I get colds when it's cold, and your nose is running. I plead guilty. It’s okay, you’ll be okay, they have soup at the country club. And you can’t eat soup with your hands.
Photo By: Kelly Balch