“You want me to take a bite of WHAT?”
“Are you even sure that it’s dead?”
“But what if it bites me back?”
My questions kept coming.
From chopsticks laced with
(A nonet poem is comprised of nine lines, where line one begins with nine syllables, line two has eight syllables, and so forth, in a continually decreasing fashion until the final line is only one syllable long. This gives the reader the visual image that the poem is slowly disappearing.)