The Hungry Philosopher

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Food Poem – What We Might Be, What We Are by X. J. Kennedy

If you were a scoop of vanilla
And I were the cone where you sat,
If you were a slowly pitched baseball
And I were the swing of a bat,

If you were a shiny new fishhook
And I were a bucket of worms,
If we were a pin and a pincushion,
We might be on intimate terms.

If you were a plate of spaghetti
And I were your piping-hot sauce,
We’d not even need to write letters
To put our affection across,

But you’re just a piece of red ribbon
In the beard of a Balinese goat
And I’m a New Jersey mosquito.
I guess we’ll stay slightly remote.

“What We Might Be, What We Are” by X.J. Kennedy from Exploding Gravity. © Little Brown, 1992.

From the Writer’s Almanac, June 28, 2015

http://writersalmanac.org/page/3/

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