Poet and professor Orchid Tierney has organized a virtual reading series called Distāntia. She calls it “an experimentation with intimate social distancing through remote access poetry.”
My poem is about the value that people who are often forgotten bring to a crisis. The wisdom of survival doesn’t always wear a three piece suit. Sometimes it wears a Chewbacca onesie and hides out in its blanket fort, thank you very much.
“You eat meat?” She asked, incredulous I said no Then I said yes Sometimes I suppose It feeds my gut And teases my nose It sits in my throat And flavours my tongue It’s comfort food From when I was young And mother would feed me A chop so big I forgot when I tasted That it was a pig
But then, she cares Her eyes are wet She is a cow, in dreams I’ll bet (Just look at those eyes) So I rationalize
That I was hungry for almost a year (No politics for that, I fear) An empty belly made me see That I eat them Or they’ll eat me
And lettuce didn’t fill me up And orange juice didn’t please my cup But a pizza pie with bacon strips Pleased my lips
Reminding me of mother’s chops The happy smell in butcher shops And times when hunger was not there And times when I had food to spare
Published in the Meat issue of (Ex)cite magazine in Winter, 2001.