Survival Technique Number 1. Poem by Mary X
Survival Technique Number 1.
Bringing food like a
scurrying ant in the
soil.
You are my
best friend, you cut time
and make my food
for me.
Electric field –
a magnetic ray
inside your womb.
Those beautiful
bold edges.
Miss. Microwave, you’ve
kept me going strong.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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