Posts Tagged ‘food’

a mouthful of orange peel with watered down gin

and a lemon wedge is the ultimate hangover cure

my friend says

sometimes pronouncing love is like tying a knot

with a cherry stem

a grapefruit is a sun

my mother spends hours on vacation

digging in wild thorny bushes for berries-

ephemeral gems

cranberry sauce is a constant at my family’s thanksgiving

as people come and go but the red jelly is always present

someone takes a bite from an apple and suddenly it’s his property

blueberries aren’t used to barter

in this country they’re ubiquitous

durians may soon be used in chemical warfare

people like me eat

words like grapes

when sun beams

brown to bronze

bronze and yellow

clock yawns ticking tears stick

sleep and grog wake with steam

wreath wake with sniff

eggs out basket yolk to china

table light bronze yellow

shimmer shimmer eyes

perk up perk up mug

drip sip dribble spoon

knuckles chime hold place

lean so stiff

slurp and blink

hand down on table yellow

bronze and yellow

because sun is greeting

Under the stars-

show me the constellations you know.

Why don’t we make some up, too?

Wrapped in sweatshirts, blankets.

A foot is quite a bit of distance.

Should I move closer?

I want to.

Would you mind if

I touched your hand?

Leaned against you?

Kissed you?

Nothing but us, the ground,

the food in a basket, and

all the other amenities I brought.

And the stars

shining.

Turned our backs on the

fruit of the land.

 

Forgotten labor,

turning to markets instead.

 

Forgotten to rejoice with rainfall

and sunlight falling on the earth.

 

Forgotten the cycle of everything,

even though it is the cycle of our lives.

The next time I bring something to a party, I’m gonna’ make sure it’s something people will actually eat! This came about because I went to a little study session after school today, and it was suggested that people bring food. I didn’t bring anything because “bring a dish” events like this take me back to Halloween parties, cast parties, and poetry readings.

First there were the two cast parties I went to last year (being an active participant in my school’s theater program). Both times I brought variations on brownies. And both times people hardly ate any of what I brought. Why? Do I look like a druggy? or that kid who would spike mouth-wateringly delicious chocolate desserts with cannabis? I’m not. Let me assure you.

For the poetry reading I attended (which wasn’t actually limited to just poetry, it was a class of students, including myself, reading examples of their writing) I decided to make EVEN BETTER brownies, which is to say FUNFETTI BROWNIES– where you have the rich, fudgy goodness of brownies lying underneath a layer of soft, sweet and colorful funfetti cake. Thanks to all my friends who ate the funfetti brownies and said they were delicious. Double thanks to those who did so without my pestering them.

But perhaps the MOST insulting thing that happened, is when I prepared a cake especially for a Halloween party I went to earlier this year. I spent hours, with help, mixing the cake, dying it festive colors, marbling it, preparing icing and decorating the cake with candy bar gravestones and marshmallow ghosts. No one ate it. I was livid.

I guess what I can take from this experience is: make your food look more appetizing.

And to all those who didn’t eat the cake or the brownies, THEY WERE FRACKING DELICIOUS (JOKES ON YOU)!

Why am I so willing to pass my heart around

on a platter like hors d’oeuvres?

Falling in love is not

something that simply happens;

there is always admiration before desire,

smoke before flame.

Perhaps it is not that I’m willing,

but rather, that I don’t know,

for I would rather live in this haze

for fear of being burned.