sentimental attachment
Sentimental Attachment
There is a mosquito in my room, it’s slow and
Fat, when it comes near, I’ll kill it even if all
Life is equal; the damn thing may carry Dengue
Fever and, anyways, it isn’t possible to have
A meaningful relationship with an insect and feel
Distraught when it drowns in your coffee.
My neighbor has a lamb in his shed, it’s baaing.
All day, misses its mother, the company of others.
Lambs, to jump in the air, on a field, and look.
Cute; now it is being fattened up for slaughter in
In about six months, I’m looking forward to
Be invited for dinner, I have made mint sauce.
Dogs would be difficult to eat, though. There is
Something cannibalistic about it, they have been
Close to us through history, emotionally, they are
A part of us, this is partly true, people in China
Eat dogs, only a few through, the rest are like us.
Give their pet silly names like… Fofino.
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