Where Are My Manners? This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

October 26, 2010
I pondered aloud one evening
as I sat down to dine.
“Where have they gone?”
I looked down at the lavishly
garnished story
in front of me, brimming
with savory juices and topped
with all the trimmings (my mouth

Before my pondering,
I had just been about to dig in.
That's how I normally go about
eating a book:

Hot out of the oven, I bypass
the utensils and dive
right in.
I sink my teeth into the prologue
and let them tear the rising plotline
off the bone.

The hidden motives run down my chin
and leave greasy patches on my
white linen tablecloth, not that I care.
I gnaw characters off the cob in
I greedily gobble everything the
climax offers,
unapologetically demanding
seconds, thirds.

No pinky out, no napkin on the lap.
I'm covered with flecks of
paragraphs, with words stuck between
my teeth, the thick gravy
of sentences running down my arms.

It's a feast, but there's no time for courses
when I need it all at once.
And when I sit back, fat and contented
and stuffed full of resolutions and
I toss the bones to the floor unceremoniously
and occasionally belch my satisfaction.

Now, looking down at this poor book
in front of me, I wonder,
“Where are my manners?”
but then realize I care not
and tuck in

to dine.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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FeedTheBirds said...
Nov. 19, 2010 at 8:05 pm


People who love to read have a special relationship with books. I love the way you describe yours. For me, reading is like going to the chiropractor for my brain, massaging out the kinks.

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