It’s not going to start off as professional level poetry but I’m going to do little segments of poetry based on meals. For exercise and to pay tribute to those calories blocks. Ah, food.
Cuban Panini and Shoecut Fries from Fresh Food at University of Houston
like a three-day weekend sleep-in
upon my scalded tongue
fries, of crass texture
dulled-tipped swords against the buds
creaminess dripping from the edges
a flat creamy chicken