The prompt for today is:
Today, I challenge you to write a poem about food. This could be a poem about a particular food, or about your relationship to food in general. Or it could simply be a poem relating an incident that involves food...
This one was written from personal experience (but aren't almost all of them?).
Some break-ups are just inevitable.
I'd rather be alone than to be with someone who can't appreciate a poem....
I Never Cared Much For Breakfast Anyway
Eating can be
such an interpersonal thing
when a boy you think you love
sits calmly at your table-for-two,
delicately slicing a tomato
with his golf-calloused hands.
And I don't care
what the critics think,
there's nothing romantic
about gravy-encrusted pans
and butter-fat biscuits,
a July heat so thick
the mosquitoes can swim
the air, their own kind of Jesus.
Besides, how can a girl best articulate
to a guy whose brain is
bursting of estrogen and hot air
that new-model cars and salt-shiny condos
are merely cash-constructed frivolities
when weighed against blatant insensitivity
and the lack of proper language.