Dining In

Dining In

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Dining In




i want to get into

the meat and potatoes

of life


been eating salads

much too long

dressing up for what comes next


imagine there will be extra napkins

and could someone

please pass the butter


my scalloped dreams

have dried out

and i am roasting

in this hellish state of mind.






© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto

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Too much dining in. You need to dine out more, but not when our friend covid is about. Sounds as though you could do with some female company. or maybe any company. Salads are healthy but boring. Nothing like a Sunday roast, with meat, gravy and five veg. Bring on the vaccine, then life can at least offer choices of menu. Don't let your dreams dry out. Poignant write.


Posted 1 Week Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I love your metaphorical reply...thank you, Chris.
Dining in for two maybe Jacob and the meat and two veg of life so, so rewarding if shared after a meal! One who exists on salad has a healthy but bereft existence I fear. Now where are those damned chopsticks? Again you take the message and emotion and put it into a sad metaphor.

Posted 1 Week Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your words, John,

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Added on November 18, 2020
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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL

Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..