My feet really hurt when I got home so I decided to make a quick, corn fritter type thing for dinner. Then I found my camera and took some photos of my food, during the assembly and eating process. After I did the dishes I didn't know what to do so I made a blog to post pictures of my food and some poetry that I write. I also got new plates today and so I'm really proud of that. They are made from recycled bamboo and are a fine purchase.
I decided to post this poem because it also has to do with food, except a really embarrassing encounter with food.
friday at the whately diner
a choir of drowning dogs sound while root beer bubbles out of my lungs.
it’s hard to get angry at your friends—
even when they look at you struggle for air.
the heimlich maneuver only works if you have food caught in your throat.
i don’t want to eat anyone’s leftover steak
and maybe it’s karma
lodged in my windpipe
building a fence to keep out the air.
a vewy fine poichase indeed.
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I am blushing!!
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