4th poem

[Elainemmbell at aol.com]

For about three decades (God I'm old!) I have written a 4th of july poem. 
This year it seems to have included you! I hope you enjoy:

4th of July 2003, an unbelievable year, an unbelievable time

Lasagna and angionnettes-95 degrees in the shade and I forget
My cold cold roots (sausage biscuits, scones, unpleasant meats overboiled)

American, I become Italianized: Mange! Mange! Eating will solve everything!

If there is food enough we'll keep the Man at bay;
We'll fight Him with oregano and home-grown basil

We will fight Him with spices
And the sensuality of dinner.

I am not a serious writer then. I cook too much.
I do not depend on verbs but herbs to -what you say?-
Define myself.  I hear exploding pretty fireworks 
Behind me, in the middle distance of the suburbs

I'm not really here, not liberated, not defined by food
Or verbs or -so delicious-angionettes.  I am American
And therefore arrogant 
And overworked; Red Sox 10-3 and I am busy
Splicing basil.  Splicing verbs.

I love you Thomas Pynchon.

emmb
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Elaine M.M. Bell, Writer
(860) 523-9225
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