Luncheon
Poetry by Shannon Eddy
The best meatloaf sandwiches
Are cut in threes,
Sectioned off pie charts
To be eaten,
Under stone trees
Pre-staged stages,
In order from
Youngest to oldest,
Savory minutes spent
As arrows in cupids quiver,
The knife’s pubescent stare
Followed by lust & infection,
Pavement for self-less love
To love someone
As they love themselves
A bite typically left
On porcelain
Near the pickle
And ketchup remains.
Shannon Eddy graduated from the University of Rhode Island with a BA in English Literature. Since graduation he performed as the 2010 Post-Grad Intern for the Ocean State Summer Writer’s Conference. Shannon has also worked with the isReads program. His poems can be found in Chaparral, Four and Twenty and the winter 2011 issue of Naugatuck River Review.
I really want this poem to end on the pickle for some reason:
As they love themselves
A bite typically left
with the remnants
of drying ketchup on porcelain
near the untouched
store-bought pickle.