Dinner Was Still Good

by Rami Obeid

Towfiqu barbhuiya

Send me to something worse than hell, You’ll try to justify it and then Come back after twenty-one years to Ask me how I’m doing

And I’ll never forget the day we walked To the food bank to get dinner; you took my Hand and showed me that you could laugh Away whatever made you hurt, and that was all we needed

We had canned chili and cheap pasta, you let me play Video games all night until the point I was falling asleep Sitting up, and that’s when you let it come out of you, I woke up to see your tongue inside the prescription bottle,

Trying to get every last crumb out because you had been up for a few days and you were getting desperate

And I still wish I never woke up

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Rami Obeid is a poet from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He is a poetry contributor for Versification Zine and has been published in Stone of Madness press. Follow him on twitter @obeid_ro