Splatters of Poetry

For you.

for you, friend

Who can know
the smell or the taste of a friend
When the word is so cold and
flavourless on my lips

How was I to know

Monosyllabic
conversations
are always
low in protein

I’m not a vegetarian, you know

but you
fill the empty places
so I
don’t even notice

they say you’re good for me

but living on
meat and potatoes so long
I had
forgotten

hunger dresses in drag sometimes

but all I know now
is this warm satisfaction
in my belly
and your slow soft steeping in my heart

drink tea, it's good for digestion

posted by Erin @ 5:05 AM