Biscuit Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Biscuit

Out of pack I chose one
It was round, light brown
On it had some design
Written was" "MARIA"
Letters were capital

As a child on the floor
Finding man in the toy
I led talk and spoke
We played for long time.

I stared, sometimes gazed
Skin, bone, hard, dried
Here, there, I did touch.

"You are wheat and sugar
Heat, machine and water
So tell me of journey
Flour and the mill
And pieces in machines."

"Tell me of birth place
In one farm, or a mess?
Of pieces of machines
Plastics and metals? "

Sweetly we conversed
Traffic was one way
I felt like crazy
But was fun; truly.

It was time to go on
Something had to stop
In my mouth I chewed on
Saliva made its job.

There's no word as "ended"
The journey was lengthened…