Chicken Flavored Hunger

  Hello all, Musing Matt here. I have had one hell of a busy week. I've had zero time to even consider a topic for this week. In fact this is the first moment I've had to breathe all week. So, this weekend, instead of a column, I'll share another poem with you. This one is called "Chicken Flavored Hunger." Its my reaction to post-modernism. I have often said that post-modernism ruined my life and I'm pretty sure that it ruined more than that. Its a love-hate relationship that we share. Anyway, I thought of this poem while I was on my break at work and it just flowed out of me.

Chicken Flavored Hunger

I close the microwave

with a hollow click.

My sustenance inside,

flavor packet aside.

Dehydrated noodles

and vegetables.

Make it look healthy.

I pass the recommended five minutes

staring at my shelf

full of movies.

What best compliments

my chicken flavored lunch?

Selection shouldn’t be difficult.

It only takes 5 minutes to eat.

I am pulled into the kitchen

by the loud beep.

Remove cover and empty flavor packet.

Squeeze and re-squeeze the packet.

Get all that flavor out.

Stir and recover.

Let stand for 1 minute.

I’ll go put my movie in.

I sit on my couch.

TV dinner tray before me.

Play movie.

Chicken flavored steam rises.

Its warmth greets my face

but I can’t eat yet.

Pause.

I need a fork.

See you guys next week.