al anderson

content note: food poverty

Yes, I’m aware of the ketchup stain on my jumper

It’s there so that I don’t have to tell you I’m struggling

The whole point of filter coffee was its bitterness that

It cost 80p & was drunk in the rain & not served in a cunting

Chemistry set & my eggs are cold & twice as expensive

This does absolutely nothing for the movie in my head

All I know is that today I was meant to write

My best ever poem about eating ass

But I’ve never felt so un-fucked

As by this avo on toast

Food

Orientated

Ontologies

I can’t remember

What that means though have

A tendency to drop the phrase

At job interviews, I admit I was

Broke for three years

Because I never learned how to cook

Lived off coagulated ready oats & pizza

Now the hours are spent contemplating

Sesame roasted asparagus

I wonder if October sun

Still rolls over Telegraph Hill

If I am asleep somewhere

A pensive mayo stain all along

Beware them both

Hope & dread