Dinner Guest

a poem about hunger, loss and new love

I stole the moon from your eyes at the door

and ate it whole right there in front of you

the glint was gone from your eyes when you invited me in

I now pursue the the smile 

dancing at the corner of your lips

I told you I was hungry

and you hurried me in, clicking your tongue

in sympathy while setting down plates for two

"What man leaves a girl like you so thin? The fool."

I told you I was hungry

but you never asked what I was hungry for

The things you'd have to peel, sever and 

debone to keep me fed

my mouth glistening with fat like a

christmas child. 

Author's Note

Christmas child refers to the animals who are killed and served for Christmas in a lot of countries in Ghana. it's a time of fun and great food. I spent my childhood maneuvering through my mother's kitchen, stealing pieces of meat to nibble on. Yum.