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.

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