Eating

Working for checks
that might as well
not exist

my stomach
gurgling and growling

I talk to it

“I have no money.
What do you want me to do?
I’d fill you
with artichokes
and steaks
and scotch
every day
if I could.”

It lets out
a big fart

I agree

we decide to take a walk
my stomach and I

we walk by tapas bars
sushi bars
restaurants with
300-course meals
on teaspoons

silent stomachs
in the window

where the checks roll into
laughing mouths

it must be nice

it must be horrible

© 2011 Lee Kitzis