american poetry month

so it's american poetry month, which means 1 poem a day. for a month.
and miles has bullied me into this, so if it's terrible, blame him...


A Poem About Food

I had a jam tart today-
homemade, you know the sort:

thick pastry crusting around the edges,
one bite and the flakes
crushed-out forever.

the jam inside cradled, slopped
messily against its sides;

thimble of stickiness,
multitude of sins


a grass stain on the inside of my gut.