Food Insecurity I

My hamburger falls to the floor,

our once-red carpet, now brown.

The couch cushions are empty.

We already spent the few coins there

on this Happy Heal. The crumbs

play hide & seek between the bristles

but still, I lick my lips.


Amanda Woodard is a queer poet, essayist and ghostwriter, as well as an MFA candidate at Antioch University. She studied Social Science and Journalism at the University of North Texas. Her work has been performed in Oral Fixation and published in Ten Spurs, eris & eros, Cathexis Northwest Press and Button Eye Review.

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