I now write erotica
I caress the label that surrounds the can, anxiously.
I gently lift the edge of its label with my fingernail, enough to slip my finger underneath.
Further around the can my finger slips. I’m surprised and excited at how easily the label is peeling off the tin.
With a final tug the label falls away, revealing what I’ve been working for. A completely label-less can sits in front of me, waiting to be devoured.
Like a woman on the verge of starvation, I’ve never wanted tuna more in my entire life..
But then.. what’s.. what’s this?
exp 05/07/2015
expired????
I drop the tin in the trash and find something else for lunch.
@SW-User since you wanna metoo me, I can traumatize you some more
(and I’m sorry to everyone else)
I gently lift the edge of its label with my fingernail, enough to slip my finger underneath.
Further around the can my finger slips. I’m surprised and excited at how easily the label is peeling off the tin.
With a final tug the label falls away, revealing what I’ve been working for. A completely label-less can sits in front of me, waiting to be devoured.
Like a woman on the verge of starvation, I’ve never wanted tuna more in my entire life..
But then.. what’s.. what’s this?
exp 05/07/2015
expired????
I drop the tin in the trash and find something else for lunch.
@SW-User since you wanna metoo me, I can traumatize you some more
(and I’m sorry to everyone else)
