Arigatou, K-chan

thank you for the flourish of text about my blog, K. (check out her insightful blog Relishing the Fray)

I now feel the pressure to perform. Perhaps with a poem or two. about food, no less, or even better, the lack thereof.


funny how a fridge
full of food
looks empty on a ravenous stomach,
like nothing could possibly
garble itself together
into something presentable
quickly enough to feed it before
it simply wilts and hangs
in the belly of the beast

nocturnal in its crankiness



(don't you love how any sentence can become a poem? albeit not a very good one in this case, but i must go. supper awaits.)