fangs

your fangs
prevented you
from
chewing
your food

so i pitied you
as you watched
me eat my sandwich
with my head in my hand
and legs crossed

a malnourished ghoul,
wasting away
in a funhouse mirror
with an overbite
and me reflecting,
on the misguided idea
that old monsters will
die of starvation
in the
everyday world
when they
stop
being fed