Dinner IS a bowl of instant noodle
no egg, just veg-
how i like it.
my companion at the dining table - my Japanese bowl
it misses its twin in china, like
i missed its owner.
Eleven-thirty and
only three fifths of the home filled.
two fifth awake.
Moms traveling
but the car is not parked here
i yearn to possess it even a little
Dinner thoughts at eleven thirty
Shared between girl and computer
and whoever reading now
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