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.