I have heard about the civilized, <br />the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational. But you and I are <br />savages. You come in with a bag, <br />hold it out to me in silence. <br />I know Moo Shu Pork when I smell it <br />and understand the message: I have <br />pleased you greatly last night. We sit <br />quietly, side by side, to eat, <br />the long pancakes dangling and spilling, <br />fragrant sauce dripping out, <br />and glance at each other askance, wordless, <br />the corners of our eyes clear as spear points <br />laid along the sill to show <br />a friend sits with a friend here. <br /> <br /> <br />Anonymous submission.<br /><br />Sharon Olds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/primitive/
