Fondue

this is our safe place

to cook stew 

on the fondue

and talk about friends 

behind their back,

it’s not about what 

“is” or what “isn’t”

it’s about “he should”

and “she shouldn’t”

small conversation 

is my frustration 

it’s like killing 

an innocent Lion

grazing, confined 

in isolation, 

too exhausted to mount

an attack, it’s like fishing

in an aquarium 

with 10 thousand Bass

they’re far too easy catch,

so much can be said

without even opening your mouth

we try to find a middle ground

but we’re clearly heading south,

verbal avalanches topple

on to our tongues

you and your type

no fun

no fun

no fun