Industrial Food
I am supposed to write a poem about food
But how can I,
The girl that grew up
On Tyson Chicken Nuggets, Kraft Mac n' Cheese,
Stand a chance
Against all of these liberal students
Speaking of such sophisticated foods
In such a nonchalant manner.
How can I not feel intimidated
When they speak of Italian gelato, mole from San Miguel?
I grew up with Tweety-bird Popsicles and Taco Bell.
They say to write about what you know.
Well this is what I don’t know.
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When you eat gelato
are you thinking about the taste,
just waiting to get home and fill in the blanks
of the description category
for your food blog?
Or are you like me,
thinking of nothing
but how good the cold sticky
mound of chemicals on a stick
feel dripping off of my chin?
By the time you receive your mole
at your hip, backstreet Mexican restaurant
how do you take the time to memorize
and savor every flavor?
By the time I pull into the Taco Bell drive-through window
I could practically eat the wrapping around my 90¢ beef burrito.
They may say to write about what you know,
but I can write so much more about what I don’t.
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