Chip Woman, from THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD
Chip Woman
She was everyone’s craving – a rectangular piece of deep-fried potato:
a salt and vinegar one,
one that made them glow.
She was the too friendly –
and the too trusting – type.
Raised well she’d been.
She lived up to her hype.
One afternoon she delivered
a book to an old woman, who
had lots of ants as pets,
who kept saying Hello and Thank You.
She said she wouldn’t stay long
but the ants had planned differently along.
While the old woman was in the bathroom
the ants cornered Chip Woman and ate her up quick.
When the old woman returned smelling of perfume
they swore to her, and she believed them, that
Chip Woman had to split to buy a bathing costume.
Copyright © Matthew Herfurth | Year Posted 2024
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