I Thought You Would Be Carnivores
I have to admit your planet is chill, I said.
Possibly the most placid in the universe.
How do you know? The alien asked. And what is that?
I guessed sky, clouds, trees, bird.
No, I know those things he said. What is THAT?
I did not get it for a while, for I saw nothing else.
Which shows that I have lost my appreciation for beauty.
It was the sunset!
I felt my brains were not on fire today,
Kind of lukewarm, a spike above genocide.
The alien touched my elbow with his violet fingers
I looked down, surprised at his light touch.
I thought you would be ferocious, I told him.
He threw back his ebony eyes and chuckled.
I thought you would be carnivores, he told me.
That is when I knew not to offer him meat for breakfast.
Let’s hurry inside and have some eggs I suggested.
My roommate was putting a platter on the table.
It had bacon, eggs, pancakes and sausage.
My new friend took a bite of sausage.
Wow! He said. What is this?
It is a cookie, I quickly replied.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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