Pandemic Poems - APRIL 2020
Author's Note: When I was a kid, I ate the food put before me and knew better than to complain. As an adult, I considered much of what I grew up on to be food for the apocalypse. I think of this now, as I dig more deeply into my pantry.
Supper: 3 Cans
Vienna Sausage Pull ring tab lay circle aside. With thumb and forefinger dislodge sausage bite, chew, swallow. Note how jelly aids the slide. Deviled Ham Unfold wrapper with tempting devils. Scrape blisters of fat from top. Discard. Finger contents onto saltine. Think orphans. Eat. Spam Suspiciously twist key around can. Careful! One slip could slit wrist. The oblong will stick to side of can. Use knife to spoil suction. Bite off hunk, pass to neighbor. Bail.(Originally appeared in Gravity: New & Selected Poems)
©2020 Donna Hilbert
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