Tuesday, August 09, 2011

A Sign


I just poked myself in the cheek with a corn-on-the-cob prong,
hard enough to draw blood
while lunging my face toward a cob of fresh sweet corn.

It came loose and stabbed me just at the moment I was going to take my first bite.

What does it say about me, that I consumed the corn anyway,
one-pronged
before tending to my wound?

Apparently I will not be deterred.

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4 comments:

TechnoBabe said...

You wanted to taste that corn!

We just had corn with lunch. We don't use those dangerous corn holders. Just fingers. Ha.

Brian Miller said...

ha...i love cornon the cob...i probably would have done the same...hopefully no permanent damage...smiles.

Heidi Lee said...

You crack me up! I love your posts and I am SO glad you are back posting!!

Anna Lefler said...

Listen, I would totally lunge toward corn. In fact, the list of food items that I would impale myself on is quite impressive.

I've got you back on this one, sister.

XO

A.