Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The After School "Snack"

Ode to the Teenage After School "Snack"
Hunched in a protective posture. The efficient motion of spoon to mouth.
It is silent.
Charms of Luck have only the briefest of moments to swim in the cold milk sea.
Standing by, waiting, the three slices cling together, knowing they will soon be separated, connected only by thinest strand of cheese that will be slurped and broken.
The conversion of food to energy, mysterious and ephemeral,

Holy shit if I ate that much I'd weigh 300 pounds.

1 comment:

Tanner said...

I feel like that post should have been a haiku.