Food, the Present
When hungry,
I lean forward in time,
slightly in the future
When full, the past
What should we do for lunch?
Fuck, that was delicious.
Eating,
I feel buckled into the precise present –
pause my attempts to wrestle Time to the ground –
loosen my grip from its collar
We resolve to sit beside each other
on the carpet in front of the TV
Violet Piper is a writer, musician, artist's assistant, camp director, and astrophysicist. She has published essays, stories, and poems in Slate, Blue Mountain Review, Harpur Palate, and others.