Fat Bellied Pig
It stung that day
to overhear a woman complaining
about a fat bellied pig
to another in the park
as I walked by
not minding my business.
First of all
if there were no pigs
women would not be
able to cook as much food.
They might also
have to eat a man’s cooking.
Not every guy wants to
take a cooking class.
And there are
a lot of women with
people they call pigs.
Harder for the nobler
in mind, who is on
to progressive challenges
and adventures.
We need worry to an extent
that we are getting
too dumb to agree to reproduce.
You get a second telling
poem in this:
One need
remind
that cooking
for oneself
is different
than doing
one’s share
of the cooking.
Returning on that Midnight Plane from Georgia
Georgia was I think great
and different with
a voice I could not always hear fully
and understand in strangers.
All sorts of differences there
Walking in the streets
at the hotel
Talking to food service workers.
Though I made it there early
There was a long wait at security
and at the gate, with delays,
On the midnight plane back from Georgia.
Could have had the time
for other things and
to stop at the MLK NPS house.
Simpler times, elsewhere, maybe.