Inside, I am as wide as a
cruller, but only half as sweet.
It’s best not to eat pigeon
until you’ve eaten crow.
What’s eating you? Can you
name it, your particular octopus?
What separates edible from non?
Is it all just a trick of the light?
It’s necessary, some type of order,
so we stop eating once we hit plate,
or at least table; we would hurt
our mouths on the crust of the Earth.
It’s exhausting, though, the sorting:
Eat a Baby Ruth but not its wrapper,
and eschew actual babies. If you must,
you can lightly chew their toes. This is
acceptable. It is acceptable, also,
to eat a cow, but not a dog.
I spend my days working on this
algebra of eating, this formula
that keeps me upright, somewhat
in the world’s good graces, though
my jaws don’t know the difference—
they’re just looking for the next bite.
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15 thoughts on “Algebra of Eating”
Fun, playful poem. Enjoyed the read.
Thanks … belatedly!
Nicely metaphors…I love this poem. 🙂
Thank you, Charlie!
I really like “It’s best not to eat pigeon until you’ve eaten crow.” I guess each of us deal with what’s ‘eating’ us in a different way. A thoughtful poem.
Thanks, Mary. I think that line sounds like a real saying — maybe we should start it. 🙂
Loved this thoughtful piece, Marilyn.
Belated thanks, Joe! Just found you in “pending approval.”
Fascinating bit of pondering. Liked how one thought leads/links to another. In many ways life is all about being sated. Good write.
Belated thanks, Ginny. You were hiding in my “pending approval” queue. Glad you liked this poem!
I love the wry humour in this: ‘eschew actual babies. If you must,
you can lightly chew their toes.’ A lot of food items that I don’t recognise there though…
Thanks, MarinaSofia! A cruller is a kind of doughnut, and Baby Ruth is a candy bar with peanuts in it.
A fun write ! Nicely penned.
You have captured, with wit and precision, exactly why I have so much trouble at the grocery store.