Jessica
I am participating in the August Poetry Postcard Challenge this month. Each day, I send a new postcard with a poem on the back to a recipient on the group list. We began on July 27, but I am posting these a few days late, so that my pen pal can see them first. Enjoy!
At the Hotel Breakfast Bar
We don’t eat when we’re not hungry. We eat
when we are full. We eat until
there’s nothing left, except
ghosts of scrambled eggs and fluorescent
Lucky Charms dust. We lick the cooling
waffle griddle, raid the toaster’s crumb tray.
We steal oatmeal packets, screw the hot water.
Still not hungry and not entirely satisfied,
we finally eye each other, our plump
legs and soft bellies. We are still
a bit too reserved to introduce ourselves
as we clutch our plastic knives and saw.
Sent July 28
