Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Tuesday Poem: previously published by Feminist Studies in 2003

painting by Phil Wood
 Hunger Report # 117

It was when he stopped the car
and shouted that I could get out
and walk the rest of the way home,
there on Mohawk Street, which was miles away,
that I started craving cream cheese.

Cream cheese with bacon and tomato
to be exact He bought it a couple of days ago
to eat with the dozen bagels.

Cream cheese, smoke, and salt on Triscuits.
That’s how I wanted to eat it,
crunching them like bones between my teeth.

His, mine, the bones of our contention,
each slathered with  his love
to help me choke them down.

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