Some Lucasorical Parkathos

Lunchtime Parkathos.

 I have waited all day to rip open this brown bag,

Tear its paper flesh.

And then reach my hand

Into its body and remove tasty intestines.

Sandwich and apple.

Twelve twenty-two is,

A feeding frenzy for famished fools who finally

Finish their fasting.

All day long we wait.

Clutching our pitiful, shrunken, persistent stomachs.

Drooling on the desk.

And then, oh we eat!

We shove whole burritos into our starving mouths and

Swallow our sirloins.

After such feasting,

We sit clutching our bloated, abused, packed-up stomachs.

Drooling on the desk.

We endure the pain,

Until we arrive home again, hungry once more for

Future leftovers.

To pack into bags,

To long for all day and eat in a way that we

All drool on our desks.

-L. Smith