Susan Hartung
Cell 2 Soul. 2006 Spring; 2(1):a1
Food
On the night before my biopsy,
my then husband and I
had dinner with two friends.
One of them posed a question:
which would you choose,
a great meal
or great sex?
Three of them chose food.
Still, when I think about it,
I think they're crazy.
Food Revisited
I wanted
unpredictable pleasure
over the repeatable,
connection over purchase.
Five weeks into radiation to a parotid gland,
stunned tongue,
scant saliva,
yes, I'd like to talk with you,
yes, I want you to touch my shoulder,
but oh what I would give
for taste
of even a white pizza
with mushrooms and olives.