Food brings us together
I hear someone talking about
This on TV
I’m sure it’s true
Though I have experienced very little
There’s always tension at the table,
Over the food, convicted in
Maybe less in a restaurant, which
Might be the answer
Or to be Italian
I’ve had great meals with both groups
Welcomed as a demonym
And if there wasn’t joie de vivre
(maybe I should be French)
Then what were we doing here?
We could take pills
And concentrate on something else
Life on Mars
Each in a room
C L Couch
Photo by Piseth Yun on Unsplash
I use C L Couch when writing formally because it is a version of my name that's genderless. And, frankly, easier for handwriting--I have a severe writer's cramp. In conversation, I go by Christopher, having been named for the boy who had the poly bear and finally being (achieving) fine with that.
I use small Xes all the time because WordPress won't let me cut and paste the text from my program page to this one. (Grrrrrr.)
I am a career educator, semi-retired due to disability. I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA).
The main photographs at this site (of the road, of me) were crafted by photographer and my friend Debra Danielson. A variety of her work is available for appreciation at
Thank you, lookers, hearers.--Christopher
May 26, 2020 at 12:12 pm
the last three lines paint such a haunting image, brother!
May 27, 2020 at 8:53 pm
Yes, I guess they do. If people can eat together or do another common thing, then they should. I think that means a great deal.