Norman


His jaw pumped like a piston,
pushing the upper lip to his nose,
pulverizing the food
until it was fit for digestion.
Norman was having lunch
in his new home, called
Long Term Care,
where nobody seemed to care
that he sat alone
at a table for four,
eyes searching for companionship;
someone to share his space…
face to face.
Each meal saw Norman scanning
the room for company,
while his jaw pumped like a piston,
pulverizing his food.

2004

 

 

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