Sunday, July 10, 2011
Day 313
8:51 pm
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ravens and vultures
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we spent 45 minutes talking about food
in the time we ordered, waited, and began
consuming the treasures before us,
glossy, heathen morsels of memory
exchanged by a party of six,
hoping for our hearts to be filled yet again,
with another experience worthy of culinary
infamy
while still ravenous, we begin discussion
on other worldly fare, canned bamboo in
China and the rumors of cultural contempt
on the scene of universal consumption,
spinach and tomatoes in Mexico and foul,
seedy run-off, meant to kill all forms of
appetite
15 minutes of talk on such issues and
we return again to the best restaurants
perused by our starving wrinkled bellies,
joyous and mad as we send the basket
of bread away, we are too full to think of
mistreating our bodies by eating any bit
more
there is no irony here, none to be noted,
not by the man waiting outside for a dollar
on our way out, not the dumpster out back
full of half baskets worth of sustenance, not
the leftovers we return to in our frig from the
last eight meals made, nothing of note, no
not at all
but, at very least, we remembered this
time to pack our portable chopsticks, a
solid plastic container for the return, and
hey, we might even evolve to cloth napkins,
meatless Mondays, and finishing our just
desserts
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tkk
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