photo courtesy of Diane Wheeler
my beloved coworker’s quiche.
She left her desk.
I snatched the quiche, but I did not snitch.
I held it close to my nose and sniffed.
I wafted waves of fragrant bacon.
And then I walked away.
My friend came back and I confessed,
“I snatched your quiche, but I did not snitch.”
But still, it was a transgression to waft without permission.
My friend was kind and she replied,
“You can caress my quiche whenever you wish.”