when i realize i'm not sure what i eat exactly
friends and colleagues who worry when we go out
"that they'll have something you eat"
my student who softened her peers to yoga
gently explaining "there are people who eat only light
and i imagine
this is what i should serve
myself
the simplest menu with no looking down
dinner fo rone
a snap to set the table
but no one else to ask
balance dishes or eat from a pan
the one-pot meal of campfire fame
pizza fondue when we tired of mountain pies
the mythical dream team summer
basketball in the AC basement
finedining breakfast of cornfkales with sugar
tasting the space
waking up to possibilities
mine is the wonderwhy diner
stool at the counter when it's past dinner time
eggs and a milkshake
grilled cheese and cocoa
what would i even serve
hardly an invitation - given or received
two placemats - one a placeholder
sometimes dreams and sometimes dessert
frozen yogurt for lunch
vegetables wilting into regret - the fridge, the counter
a week without a dishwashing
one spoon, one water glass
banana peels in uncomical repose
invitation notwithstanding, there is nothing much to serve
diner alone shrugs at the menu
spreads a napkin, waits
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side note
While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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