Tag: Food poems
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Zombie
I’ve played zombie video games and seen so many zombie movies you could stretch them out and make a sausage factory out of them. But I’m really at a loss for words when it comes to understanding why. I imagine a zombie walking around being pulled in different directions by things that emit heat and […]
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Money
I’d like to never have to worry about having enough food. If money and debt weren’t issues I’d live in a place where all the food I ever needed grew on bushes year round in a sort of community harvest site that was free to the public, where there was always plenty to go around, […]
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Lobster Rolls
Each time I come home from work I try approaching a thought, only to feel like I’m floating too close to the sun. There’s just this warm feeling that’s either coming from me or from outside, I can’t tell, and every time I feel it I tell myself it’s okay to not know what to […]
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Anchors
The only thing I wanted to do was fall asleep. Not be sucked out by an undertow 1000 feet from shore. I looked down into the water and thought I saw a tentacle, it was too deep to know for sure, so, I tried not to think about it. Instead, I watched the surface for […]
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Forsythia
The walking ritual was something my grandparents did every day with one another. They would start in the woods out behind their apartment and end up on the other side of the city by late morning, only to return and head off to their coffee break at one of the local diners. I’d beg for […]
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Parfait
Walks with my family down to the ice cream place, and eating a peanut butter parfait right in front of them, I imagined I was eating myself. The first layer was always the part of me that might regenerate into a tree or some dog barking at a clothesline somewhere in Peru, much different than […]
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Meatball
Trying to stick out, trying to make everybody love me, I was oblivious to the fact that I was agitating the way an ingrown hair does. I wanted to be an individual so bad I was blind to how subtly I made things about myself, and I had no idea how swollen I’d become, and […]
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Cave Painting
There’s a picture I have when I was a baby and I’m sucking my thumb while I’m about to pound on the bottom of a popcorn can with a drumstick, and sometimes I wonder if I knew then I’d have to come up with musical ways of expressing myself in order to feel transported. Staring […]
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Deer
I used to walk out into this field and hide behind a fallen tree where I’d watch the deer lounge in the tall grass, and I’m thinking this time alone with them made me start to think more like a deer than a human. I guess from far enough away we all throw specks of […]
the real subject is always you 