A poem.
Over the last six months I have made some moderately serious attempts at writing poetry. It took a huge effort not to put poetry inside scare quotes. This is the last time I will attempt to ameliorate response by underplaying my writing. I have shown them to a few people and had not-awful feedback. This is nice. I am going to keep writing and maybe even send them to places. Here is a poem about food. (I have a few poems about food.)
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We are throwing a pot-luck party.
The theme is “bring a food that is bigger than your head”.
For example:
a pineapple,
an XXL pizza,
a watermelon,
a bag of candy floss.
You will be immeasurably more attractive to other guests
if your food is bigger in three as well as two dimensions.
We will drink two-litre bottles of wine
and keep them in bags of ice as big as our bodies
until the ice melts and they flatten beneath us,
like shed synthetic snake-skins, suggestive of a different party never thrown.
