I have never quite understood the phrase
“Revenge is a dish best served cold,”
as the warmth of blood provides
the happiness of a silent
steak dinner after
by a mallet.
This poem was the Day 13 prompt from napowrimo.net for National Poetry Writing Month. The theme was to write a bad luck poem based upon fortune cookies. The fortune cookie that I received was from the restaurant Chino Latino in Minneapolis, which has great food and funny fortune cookies. My fortune cookie was “You’ve tried forgiveness. Now it’s time for vengeance.”