Eating alone, again

by Melissa   Jul 18, 2006


There's a fat man sitting alone
at the corner cafe
eating his curds and whey

His teeth are bright
a distinct shade of picket fences,
but he chews his food
as if he were gobbling ornaments
and licks the shiny metal
until his distorted reflection
no longer belongs to a spoon,
secretly wishing his physique were thin
like Mel Gibson or a young Marlon Brando,
but would settle for the abs of a skateboarder

His eyes are bruised
a violent shade of indigo,
yet he smiles at my frail frame
with each distasteful bite
and I cannot swallow the idea
that I'm part of the problem,
with the slightest gust of wind
my tiny body would blow....................... far away
and he'd still be sitting alone
eating his curds and whey

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  • 14 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    Funny, poignant, and perfectly symmetrical..
    all at once......Bravo!

    by the way I had a resonantly similar experience at a Howard Johnson's on
    2nd Avenue in NYC in 1964.....

    and WoW..are you ever right...:

    "and I cannot swallow the idea
    that I'm part of the problem,"

    metaphors! metaphors!
    author! author!

    can u tell i dug this piece?

  • 15 years ago

    by Ashley

    I love this one, are you published?

  • 16 years ago

    by Ariana

    Excellent, i love the idea's you come with up and the way your portray them. Your work impressess me everytime!

  • 17 years ago

    by The Undoing

    Your words are so descriptive and beautiful, I really like this one. It's so easy to picture what you write about.
    Awesome.

  • 17 years ago

    by Mo

    This is an excellent poem - I loved the words you used. Each word I read it added more detail to the picture growing in my mind of this man sitting in a cafe eating... I loved the poem you wrote for the competition too (the one about nature and Sunny)!! Definitely going onto my favourites so I can read more as you write it. 5/5