Everyone must bring a dish,
\nto this heavenly banquet,
\nthis Thanksgiving
\nwith its plump shameless berries,
\nand potatoes
\nstacked like snow
\nwith rivers of muddy gravy
\nfalling off their crests,
\nand pie like old geometry lessons,
\nright angles, acute,
\nand some
\nbeing mathematically ignorant,
\nscooped.<\/p>\n
It all comes together
\nin a great cornucopia,
\neveryone vying for supremacy,
\ntheir special recipe,
\nstrings and pearls
\nand globs of lemon,
\ncustard things,
\nthe spiritual transformation of eggs,
\nthe moon
\ncaptured in the wine,
\nclear as a bell,
\nsinging.<\/p>\n
Everything ready
\nfor the groaning innards
\nof the actors,
\nthe fun,
\nthe conversation,
\nthe old debates,
\nthe gossip stored up like cream,
\nflying back and forth,
\nthe words,
\nthe aroma,
\nthe flush of faces,
\nthe swollen lips kissed often
\nlike the aftermath of sex,
\nand I love it!<\/p>\n
Giving my best and worse,
\nbut. . .
\nBut!?
\nWhere is the cornbread,
\nthe granular grain,
\nthe yellow bricks
\npouting for butter.
\nWhere is my cornbread?
\nThe plain, enchanting love,
\nfor which
\nabove all beauties,
\nI know such tenderness,
\nsuch lust,
\nsuch unwashed feeling.<\/p>\n
I would dance a night away
\nto capture it in my mouth,
\nhold its warm cake in my hand
\nand praise it above all else,
\nthe lowly cornbread,
\nthe one,
\nabove all else,
\nI love with a randy desire.
\nNowhere on the table!
\nIn the kitchen,
\nhidden on the counter?
\nIn the stove,
\nashamed in the presence
\nof kings and queens?
\nThe commoner,
\nmy love,
\nmy sweet, dear indulgence
\nwho I would ask for first
\nand take to bed.<\/p>\n
Above this gluttony of pleasure,
\nit is the cornbread
\nI love the most.
\nNo!
\nThe only one I love,
\na feast in itself,
\nthe plain and simple
\noffering of the world,
\nwith its dear honesty
\nand plainness,
\nsimple texture,
\nsweet countenance,
\ndevoid of airs,
\nfor which my passion grows,
\nsweet innocence,
\nabove all else!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Everyone must bring a dish, to this heavenly banquet, this Thanksgiving with its plump shameless berries, and potatoes stacked like snow with rivers of muddy…<\/p>\n