Then What the Hell's a Poem For?

 

Lufthansa Flight Home, Airport Lounge

Nancy Freund

Dried apricot, smoked Gouda

She let me wash her hands

Cabernet Sauvignon

When the water finally warmed,

she smiled and said ooh…

Big fat raisins

brie

Hugged my mom good-bye

she held me tight

her shoulder blades

her ribs

her hands clasped round my back

Fat-free angel cake

Here’s a poem I wrote. I write poems when I’m feeling something with an inescapable intensity, and I just don’t know how to otherwise deal with it....