People Food

You must understand, dear
that I made you a false promise:
that morsel of toast
so enticing you couldn’t pull away your brown eyes,
was never going in your mouth.

Give me your saddest, hungriest look
— a starving refugee from a strange land —
and still, the bite is mine,
and the languishing bark,
yours, alone.

4 thoughts on “People Food”

  1. Hi, A.J.! Love this poem, and if it’s OK, I’d like to share it with my daughter Gwen, who also writes poems.

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