Miss Maple's Hot Pocket
A poem about elaborate dinner plans, sensory overload, and eating raw tomatoes in bed

I walked around biting my incisors today
The supermarket was too bright
I didn’t want cheese for dinner
Or anything to do with dairy
I picked up a sack of cashews
a packet of garlic
two large tomatoes
an artful jug of pinot grigio-
holding it secure at the neck
one third down
to roam fluorescent aisles
I’ll make vodka sauce with wine
Soaked nuts will make it creamy
Decisions
Still biting incisors as I walked home
The winter wind set my jaw
I walked through my door
slipped out of warm clouds
hung up the heavy goose jacket
and poured a glass to my face-
washed it down with three cashews
cleaned a tomato on my sleeve
took a bite
and went to bed chewing
no longer incised
I’ll make the fricelli pugliesi
tomorrow
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.



Comments (2)
A deliciously indecisive voice.
You're making me hungry 😋 Nice poem!