Food For Thought

In the spur of conversation She asked if there was anything I wanted to know Removing her head and placing it under an can opener Insisting that I push the leaver down, Telling me that it was imperative that I did so I found the request insidious Telling her that I would do no such thing to cause her harm Coming to the realization that I just watched the woman pull her own head off her shoulders and place it under a can opener. She considered it a moment of trust,  using her own hand to push the leaver down Revealing that she had no secrets, insisting that I grab a spoon and indulge in her next thought