_Dinner for none_

I don't know what this is about. I know it makes no sense, and it's weird, but I felt like writing it.

Meh.

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Nobody is coming over tonight.

I pour rice into the sink.

The oven is on and full of smoke.

I serve the rice and add a dollop of smoke.

Nobody picks up the fork to eat it.

The food goes cold.

I am angry that it is cold

Before nobody ate it.

The cold meal reeks of boredom and loneliness.

I walk out the door.

I switch off the candle.

I sleep, and I dream

Of the food that nobody ate,

The chair that nobody sat on,

The house that nobody entered.