Food (An Excerpt)
by Brenda Hillman
You smile over your burger, chattering brightly.
So often, at our sunny kitchen table,
hearing the mantra of the refrigerator,
I’ve thought there was nothing I could do but feed you;
and I’ve always loved the way you eat,
you eat selfishly, humming, bending
the french fries to your will, your brown eyes
spotting everything: the tall boy
who has come in with his mother, repressed rage
in espadrilles, and now carries the tray for her.
Oh this is fun, says the mother,
You stand there with mommy’s purse.
And he stands there smiling after her,
holding all the patience in the world.
Four Sonnets About Food
by Adrienne Su
4
I am afraid
I can’t always be
here when you need
a warm body
or words; someday
I’ll slip
into the red clay
I started with
and forget
who you are,
but
for now, here’s
my offering: baked red
fish, clear soup, bread.
Fourteen Lines 
I could and should have written this almost at the beginning when I discovered this site. Thank you and thank goodness for this obsession. I get to read poets I know and new work by them, meet new poets and bask in the diversity of poets and their poetry, those from long ago to now. What a deal.
Adrienne Su’s #4 was rich, provocative…just lovely. .
Thank you.
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Thank you for the kind feedback. Glad you are enjoying riding along on my poetic journey.
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