A Handful of Burgers and Hearts

Some hands hold burgers,

Others hold hearts.

Not much of a difference.

They serve the same role.

One feeds the stomach, the

Other feeds the soul.

The contents must be,

held together.

So squeeze, we must.

Warm fluids flow, through

open valleys of the fingers.

Trickle slowly down a forearm.

Choking. Blood. Oozing. Ketchup.

The smell of iron, and

the taste of salty tears

The hands full, fumbles.

Compete to prove its purpose.

Yet, it couldn’t catchup.

So a stream to a blob to a smudge.

On the white canvas of a blouse.

More hands, wet wipes.

Why won’t it go away?

A heartfelt burger finished;

A glutton for hearts;

An unsatiable appetite;

A hand no longer full;

Goes in search for another.

 

�" Jaye Yee-Vandaylyn

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a killer message dripping with ketchup, irony, & symbolism. I'm impressed. I love how you start out with a flippant tone, equating hearts & hamburgers. That's just too flippant & I love it. Then you go on to over-dramatize the act of eating hamburger, dripping down the arms, etc. This is brilliant, first becuz I'm a writer who thrives on embellishment, & secondly, becuz each drip is a face-slapping symbolic representation for how we often treat each other, like hamburgers instead of hearts. This gives me a whole new set of ideas on how a message can be conveyed! Usually I'm not that good at reading between the lines, but this is easy to figure out! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some stains are worth the price of the meal...when the stomach is quenched...but when the heart is left still hungry, still imploring for a condiment of understanding...the stains will never come out.
Excellent metaphor constructed here.
j.