If my son could see me,

Squatting and cannibal

Consuming,

Chocolate shrapnel

Dropped from the doughnut

Onto the floor,

Like a stooping savage,

With blood on his hands,

The final veil of

Parental hypocrisy

Would lift.

"Eating without a plate?"

He would repeat,

From wounded memory,

Homo Saipan

Wasting sarcasm on

On homo shameless.