March 2006
2 posts
You Are What You Eat
They say you are what you eat.
If this is in fact true
Then telling by my size you can tell that I must be a whole slew
Of recipes and three-course dinners: all three courses being dessert.
You are what you eat.
If that’s the case, and you are what you chew,
Then maybe who I am is just confused and askew,
With mixups and mash-ups a little like corn-beef hash,
Or bangers and mash,
Or...
Second Cup
To the girl in the bright pink top and the Second Cup apron that served me my hot apple cider before my class at Woodsworth College:
You are beautiful.
Even when you emerged from the back room, cradling the six cartons of milk and cream that you needed to replenish at the fill-station, tripping slightly on the fallen coffee cup sleeves that you realized you had to pick up and acknowledging...