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the problem is the bacon

because it never crisps the way I like on a stove.
because I like to line up the strips straight on parchment,
put it in the oven where no one can see it bubble
and shrink into itself.
because you like to rip the bag open and toss
the whole damn thing into a pan.
because your foster Mother used to fry bread in the drippings.
because we don’t have enough insurance coverage
to make that a financially sound snack.
because I have traced the lines on your palm
to a time when you felt your heart crack
because she was so beautiful.
because you once said that I was your poem,
because even lies hold some type of truth,
because if I cooked it on the stove
it might pop up and burn me.

What is this poem really about?

Superficially it seems to be about relationships and trust. What is it really about?

I was wondering if it was about a meeting of minds, or some kind of meet, anyway..

What is this poem really about

bacon


good wordplay on meet btw

I love smokey bacon
skin cooked to crackling
and this poem is crackling many strands
and so smokey

turning me on
a spit

.
.
Because of a few strips
Wherein I spoke of their mystery...

LOL, Scott... a line that Cate herself might have written [had you not thought of it first]

.
.
But I got it wrong. Should have been:

Because of a few poems,
Wherein I spoke of it's mystery,
Bacon has been especially kind...

LOLOL

mat james wrote:I love smokey bacon
skin cooked to crackling
and this poem is crackling many strands
and so smokey

turning me on
a spit

Thanks Mat, what a great response poem.
I think bacon has been the downfall of many a vegetarian.

scocoh wrote:.
.
But I got it wrong. Should have been:

Because of a few poems,
Wherein I spoke of it's mystery,
Bacon has been especially kind...

keep going! - clever parodies are a great way to pay an homage.
now, if I could just get the disturbing image, of laying Mr. Cohen down on a bed and covering his body with strips of bacon, out of my head.