Hey all--sorry for the delay in posts from me, school has been very hectic. Anne and I should have our first combined post--a big blog on the dinner party we threw last month--but in the mean time, I thought I'd put up a poem of mine. It's about food--specifically, a now-departed restaurant in Tucson that I loved--but it's also one of the most emotional and, I think, one of the better pieces I've written. Hope you enjoy.
The Asian Sandwich Deli
I.
“Hole in the wall” is an understatement.
It’s just a small chunk of an ugly strip mall on Speedway Boulevard,
and a rough midpoint between two extremes called home.
I spent years going by it;
driven from my father’s to my mother’s, passed back and forth
like a book they were taking turns reading.
We never stopped for sandwiches.
