Kim Addonizio

(July 31, 1954 / Washington, D.C)

Eating Together - Poem by Kim Addonizio

I know my friend is going,
though she still sits there
across from me in the restaurant,
and leans over the table to dip
her bread in the oil on my plate; I know
how thick her hair used to be,
and what it takes for her to discard
her man’s cap partway through our meal,
to look straight at the young waiter
and smile when he asks
how we are liking it. She eats
as though starving—chicken, dolmata,
the buttery flakes of filo—
and what’s killing her
eats, too. I watch her lift
a glistening black olive and peel
the meat from the pit, watch
her fine long fingers, and her face,
puffy from medication. She lowers
her eyes to the food, pretending
not to know what I know. She’s going.
And we go on eating.


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  • (1/25/2017 2:18:00 AM)


    How hard can you hold yourself when you watch cancer ravage her, leaving untouched only eyes that cannot help but overflow with bittersweet love after the true words have fled, and all you have left are cliches too grotesque to utter? That's how much I hate this fucking poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 16, 2011



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