Ode to Spaghettio Can Number Three

A Poem

Published on May 30, 2007 By Hazel Target In Poetry

It's all I'm good at these days--
the systematic input of calories.
A screen and a spoon and I forget
what I cannot input: the smell
of your hair after a shower,
the playful battle for the top lip.

You'd be suprised
at how much I like eating,
and how little I enjoy it.

Comments

Buddah Moskowitz

on May 31, 2007

I liked the brevity of this one: especially how in so brief a space you brought together loneliness, emptiness, mindlessness and memory.

Thanks so much - you remind me that I don't have to write a lot of words to say a lot.

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