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Lies and Pizza by Ellie Rose McKee

 


Lies and Pizza

 

Round triangles trying to be three things at once

Crispy and soft and dripping

Base sauce topped with topping dipped in dipping sauce

 

Consumed whole

 

Devoured with glee

Sweet on the tongue

Hot on the tongue

Warm fullness in the belly

And then drowsiness

 

Satiation

A moment’s satisfaction

 

And then suddenly remembering your recent

Lactose intolerance diagnosis

That always slips your mind

When round triangles sizzle seductively

 

Ellie in pizza-land

Wonderous whispers––Eat Me, Eat Me–

Oh. Oh no no no.

 

The taste turns sour in your mouth.

 


Ellie Rose McKee is a writer from Northern Ireland. She has had poems published by Arlen House, Nine Muses Poetry, and Black Bough; has had short stories included in Women Aloud NI's 'North Star' anthology, The Bramley, and Scarlet Leaf Review; and has been blogging for over ten years.


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