self portrait of another man

i am a family
going out for dinner
at a fast food restaraunt

passing napkins
and thimbles of ketchup
to one another

i am a violent man

i have a small brown dog
who looks at me with disappointment
everytime i get up early
to look through your purse

while, you, my sweet mannequin
remain supine in plastic dreams

i am a little kid
squirming in his chair
at dinner

squirming
squirming
squirming

like some devil
waking in a coffin