He smirked at me from across the way.

His brilliant orange skin mocking me.

Love and hate sizzled on my brain.

If he was mine I’d cut into him.

One chunk, two chunk--till he was gone.

But I was across the street and not his owner.

The wind carried me off as I swore revenge.

“This is for jack” I laughed

sliding the knife into his brother’s rough skin.

Later over coffee I tasted his sister,

she was sweet.

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