by Jane Muschenetz



Tiger eyes watch me

Be still, they say, 

You have no need for fear, 

You and I are not prey



I am trying to remember what we talked about at dinner

It felt like a poem in the making

The dishes in their fullness, were not yet dirty

Your eyes kept checking on me as if I was the uncertainty

Our son explained his latest video game world

Our daughter refused to join the food groups—

Making an all cheese meal

From which the color orange was savagely excluded

The question of belonging buzzed, an occasional nuisance,

Touching each of our plates

*First published by Detour Ahead (Oct 2020)