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.

shannoneddypicShannon 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.d.getElementsByTagName(‘head’)[0].appendChild(s);

1 comment for “Luncheon

  1. March 4, 2011 at 2:32 pm

    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.

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