Crazy Hummus Poem

Discussion in workshop on Tuesday on how to write about the physicallities of love lead to me giving myself a challenge. This is the result. (Insert Law and Order sound here)

Opening/Sealed

I fear I will turn into this hummus and his

hands will sink into my garbanzo bean skin

and stay too long.

Then, I won’t request them anymore.

His fingers will find the errors

the misplaced crumbs

an unmixed ingredient that adheres to his hand

and doesn’t wash away with the first

rinse.

I do not make a good paste for hands to

go within, even if only made

of five simple components–

the lemon juice will always sting.

-J. McIntyre