sonnet for dinner

it eats me! i eat at you & suck

marrow from yr bones, oh prandia!

let me stay for you & whip a lil' something

up thru pantries (& by scratch.

formal:                                

                  i'll attend yr many courses.

forked diplomacy, yr salad is undressed

(to have it on the side) - napkin on yr lap.

breadbasket, i                                 

pour 

           oil 

                       on yr

   pieces.

fed upon by                                

         fingers & 

                                    utensils,

haveyou for you eating-in?            

                                haveyou eating-out?

an offering~                                  
                  taken in the mouth.    
                                                   you
                                                                            won't let                                

                     me be
done
until               
yr  licked
                       clean.

yet, i am feeling a tad peckish &

there are children starving in africa.