A Poem About Food
Seam bursting gut straining sprout chewed
tongue flapping rolling squelching cramming heaving
and the room for one more sugar chocolate mouth
hot thirsty mouth and the nauseous gut
swollen into the round.
Christmas. Sick clogged belly fare
tables clustered and jostled and heaving at the joists
hoisted laden forkfuls and crumbling turkey flesh
and skins juiced with gravy fat and oil. Herb crinkled potatoes
squishing under the knives. The goodslush and the hot mulled
slurry of kings, food falling out, spilling over the white cloth
and warm on the cold plates.