He waits, sonorous in his breathing. His eyes widen at something beyond my ken. He straightens himself, his tail, a poised, dark comma. I put down my pen, stir in my seat, and cause a mirroring of activity towards two empty bowls.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Dinnertime
He waits, sonorous in his breathing. His eyes widen at something beyond my ken. He straightens himself, his tail, a poised, dark comma. I put down my pen, stir in my seat, and cause a mirroring of activity towards two empty bowls.
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ahh, yes....EBS. Its symptoms are an acute attention to your every move.
(empty bowl syndrome)
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