\'Take out\' is eaten in
TV rooms where recliners
assume placid poses
linked to an LED anchor
that \'show and tells\' life.
Eating someone else\'s
thoughts, feelings, laughs and food
I nod as the skin
of an ailing Mona Lisa
is diagnosed with cancer.
Terminal, I\'m sure
it said, and nodding
lower, I hear a voice
say, \"For Christ\'s sake
let her die in peace.\"
To late for chemo,
the anchor condemns
us both until later
when I wake up
in time to go to sleep.