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To Alice
So many times
Choosing, buying, basting, seasoning, chewing, swallowing
Pieces of those like you
Here you come walking right to me
You come for comfort and company
Imagine that
After all those like me treated you cruelly
You still carry your hefty body to me
You reach out to me
You wriggle close to me
You wrap your head around my neck
You fall asleep in my arms
Wheezing and sighing heavily
Not made to breathe comfortably
But to be wrapped in cellophane for dinner tables
Thinking of these things
While I hold you
And you rest
Causes my cheeks to dampen
If only they could see you
And feel for you
And know you
- Susan Rayfield |
