Stranger Dinner poetry what to say, what to say what to ever say… so i’ll keep eating Stuffing GORGING, until i feel like throwing up Retching SPEWING, which at the time was easier Better SAFER, than coming up with talk Chit-Chat CONVERSATION. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...