a thick slice

Written for:  The Twiglets #71 – “a thick slice”

she needs
a thick slice
of life

A thick slice
of brisket
is a sin

A man said his only vice
was eating meat thickly sliced
His wife scoffed, you think
I do not know you drink?
When you’re drunk you say everything twice


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to a thick slice

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    I like where this took you, Sara. 🙂


  2. Misky says:

    Those gave me a good old chuckle. 🙂


  3. Jules says:

    Fun, fun and more fun.
    I make brisket that you can’t cut thick. I make it in a crock pot and it just falls apart!


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