He has the roast chestnut and pumpkin bake,
I have dhal and the flaxseed flatbread.
We discuss wearing your organs on the outside
like papoosed triplets, the ethics of clawhammers,
talon care, love - its existence and possible exploits.
During dessert his wings fan and he thumps into the air,
hovering for a time. My serviette trembles
in the downdraft. He smells like a toddler's head.