We are eating at the table.
Sugar fat and carbs in different colors and textures.
I'm pushing out the neighbors who rubber neck around the corner of the house.
They long to sit here and feed their faces as we are.
The tables are all wobbly.
We go under the legs with damp paper towels
But no dice on stabilizing.
So it's back to fast chew snacks.
Sauce goes over.
a drink tips over and soda gives up its last bubbles.
A frown opens to burp, mustard drops from the beard.
More damp paper towels.
Very absorbant.
Barbecue smoke smell casts through.
All of these eaters check their knees.
Pull themselves to standing positions and move toward some nearby grill
Looming not far off like a species of slow predator.
Yes the envious neighbor had set up the grill.
He split flanks and sirloins gritted them in salt
Like meat roads to salivating mouths
The protein waiting to be carbonized wrapped in bread
Oversauced and forced down by suds and fizz
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