by sophiewolfe
yeah
sure
as Gertrude Stein said,
in the morning there is meaning,
in the evening there is feeling,
but in the afternoon there is Flamin Hot Cheetos
and that is what makes all the difference

there is an emptiness
you know the one
that emptiness which sweeps across our foreheads and gets us in our guts
and follows from room to room
an emptiness which might only be forgotten
at the bottom of a Pringles can
or in a box of extra toasty Cheezits
you know the ones
and I feel like I might die if I don’t get home soon,
if I don’t get back to my snacks,
to my microwave popcorn,
my random, half stale bag of tostitos scoops,
my friendly smiling unaware haribo gummy bears

and I will withstand one more day of cold,
one more long walk to nowhere,
one more journey into what can only hurt me,
because I know that when I get home I will be greeted
by Trader Joe’s dark chocolate peanut butter cups
these days it’s always 4 in the afternoon
these days i’m always caught knee deep in the middle of
nothing
and it isn’t winter but it isn’t spring
and it isn’t dark but it isn’t light
and I am beginning to think
that there is something in me that is truly evil
and then I eat some pita chips
and there is goodness in me again maybe
Categories: andrew salerno, creative, march 9 2021, sophie wolfe, Uncategorized