Hunger
Or Why I Ate the Chips
Any meal is extravagant
when it first starts
in the mind. This sudden
growling in the
belly is always un-
anticipated. What to feed
the beast? Shortbread
made with three ingredients
(but never mind, there’s the oven
to figure out), leftover
beef lasagna that
will take a hundred years
to defrost and properly
heat, a quick rip of
aluminum propylene and
the instant satiation of trans
fat and a reincarnation
of potatoes? Even cardboard
crackers will do at
this point. And sliced
crisp apples will never
be enough.
August 3, 2021
Photo by Jeff Siepman of Unsplash.
Day 2, Poem no. 4 for The Writing Oasis (Summer 2021) with Beth Kempton
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