An Ode to Eating
Pop. Crack. Sizzle.
Pop. Hot grease explodes.
Crack. Hands discover the white flesh of a coconut.
Sizzle. Water dances and disappears off the griddle
Slurp. Broth off a chunky porcelain spoon.
Slurp. Lips drink straight out of a bowl.
Slurp. Saving a melting popsicle.
Bass Beat. Fine dining table top.
Bass Beat. Diner counter top.
Bass Beat. Take out on a picnic table top.
Bass Beat. Home table after a family meal.
Remnants. Bones. Someone takes a bite.
Remnants. Half eaten burger. Someone takes a bite.
Remnants. A bowl of hope. I take a bite.
Smiles that break onto grease covered lips.
Fingertips that rub on napkins.
Stomachs that are full. Of food, but also of warmth. Security. Love.
12/16/2022 04:48:31 am
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