This is the age
of our convalescence
and wandering attention
to soak in.
We are at an age
of gauzy language
and forgetting how wounds heal.
In the age of
an unconsidered steam hangs
over exotic soup.
With those holes in your mouths
it is all you care to eat --
and isn't that a better deal,
at our age?
This one was written very shortly after I had my wisdom teeth pulled. I was away from home and, I think it's safe to say, feeling cranky during my recovery.
I was also thinking about the fact that our University's dining halls were "all you care to eat" facilities, not "all you can eat."
This is another one where several observations came together and seemed to give rise to a picture of the mood of a particular moment. In this case, in my self-pitying and possibly drugged state, that moment morphed into an entire age, a picture of a whole generation.
I don't think I've read 'Meal Plan' on stage since college -- I'm not sure it would make any sense.