I stare at the salsa jar.
It mocks me.
The safety button only works
once –
I cannot check it.
There is no video.
There are no witnesses.
I stare at it, and it
stares back,
daring me to take a bite.
Perhaps
I will wait for David to come home –
If it is poisoned, at least he will be able to
call an ambulance.
Don’t you know, you say, how
unlikely
that is? How
uncommon
it is to buy poisonous food?
Yes, I say.
I know.
I know.
What I Know, however, is frequently in some spat or another
with What I Fear, and some days it is
awfully difficult
to get them
to talk.
Allison Hunter is an affectionate girlfriend and cat mom, attending college for English and hoping to slow down her life to experience it more deeply. Reading and writing poetry is part of that process. She loves the earth, the arts, and her loved ones extremely deeply.