What Feeds Us
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In these sparkling poems, Diane Lockward takes life as it comes and finds nourishment in it all: succulence of the peach, redolence of the pear, the "green grape of sorrow." I love these poems for their craft, sensuality and energy. Like high-wire acts of language and imagination, they almost leap in the air and come down again on the
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What Feeds Us - Diane Lockward
What Feeds Us
1
I brought the things I really need–
two books I love, a laptop,
clean white paper, a radio
in case I get lonely.
I packed two issues of The Hungry Mind Review
and just enough clothes.
Vitamins, ginger tea, a Gauguin cup.
I carried three almond croissants,
one of which I have already eaten.
II
I see a white chocolate chip
macadamia nut cookie in McNulty's Deli,
and right away I start thinking about Joe
and the story he told about Darlene,
the one girl he really could have loved back
in high school, Darlene with the long yummy legs,
when Joe was a short, fat-assed kid
with zits. He'd sit in the cafeteria
and watch luscious Darlene nibble
a cookie, and he'd dream that one day
she'd sashay to his table,
hold out her cookie like a valentine,
and he'd take that cookie, and Darlene's lips
would be all over it.
III
Imagine this: a world
where you could have as many
cheeseburgers and french fries
as you wanted, and the burger
would be the one you really wanted,
red onions, tomatoes, lettuce,
and Russian dressing, and the fries
would arrive hot from the fryer, extra crispy
the way you'd ordered them,
and you could pour on just as much salt
as you wanted and no one would say,
"Hey, that's too much salt—
what are you, a cow or something?"
And the catsup would come out
with one quick tap.
IV
Saturday my father drives us to his garden
out in the country because my brother and I
have been bad. Tall spikes
of gladiolus—peach, pink, purple, and white—
clusters of blossoms, row after row.
This time we do not
go into the garden. This time
we must clear the pile of rusty cans by the barn.
They reek of putrid water.
When we move them,
bees and wasps fly out.
If we cry, we'll be punished.
V
In his dream Darlene looks at Joe
the way Bergman looked at Bogart in Casablanca,
and she rises, she rises slowly,
slithers across the room,
and it is just as he'd dreamed it would be:
she holds out one of her yummy cookies,
as if making an offering to a god,
and Joe capitulates, no thinking time at all,
accepts the cookie into his mouth,
and it tastes like love. He nibbles
his way through firm, fine biscuit,
devours it chip by chip.
VI
At the flower show in Marlboro,
my father puts my name
on the flowers he grew
and enters them in the junior competition.
I receive a blue ribbon.
A man standing in front of the flowers says,
"Her father grew these gladiolus.
Who are they kidding?"
I find my father and begin to cry.
I try to find the right words
for shame, but all I can do
is repeat what the man said.
My father puts me in the car, leaves me there all day.
On the way home, he won't stop for food,
though I haven't eaten for