Confession from a Bar Room Stool
August 18, 2009 at 12:46pm
Confession
a great meat hunger has come upon me this season
(in the background Phil Wiggins playing a slow blues, harmonica, bending notes til you wanna die)
a great meat hunger.
it started with those damn baianas, zebras, samba dancers.
your body wants meat, they said.
and chocolate milk.
it is one of those race memories things.
they ate it in my presence
big slabs of it
barely cooked.
then the Russians
and the guitar players
and even the flamenco dancers.
meat.
they all ate meat.
near me.
it got under my skin
onto my tongue
it traveled up my nostrils.
til one day this week
i just couldn’t stave the craving
with a spinach salad.
Characters’ Corner
promises beer and bullshit
(it is written on the menu).
but there is also meat.
And in the middle of the day
while housewives sit at the bar
and have a tall, cool one on their
way home with the groceries
I eat meat.
