pizza poem #1
We’re people. We like things.
We like work-there is enthusiasm
In this pizza shop-we like
Water. We like knowing how
to read, weather. Small talk.
We like things we forgot we knew
How to like.
I love eating pizza. I don’t
Know how to relate to even
One human being, but I
Know the solace of a yellow lit
Paggliachi's where no one is
Talking to me.
I watched the sun drop and
Turned my back facing the
Sun. Found moon up. High,
Large, translucent.
Inbetween is the
Halfway house sky:
Dream trafficking, middle blue
Shimmering with orange where
Smog catches the done sun.
Everything makes my stomach
Ache. Even pizza. Even love.