O nurturing--

find me in clover

I perform better on a pound of pasta

a grass smoothie lipped
near the recycling bin

my butter and toast

better on an appetite fattened

on quest 

You who feed everyone,
Breast,

find me on the smoothie’s lip,
near the recycling’s lightweight bin

(and fill my empty can)

This is a parody of a poem by Geri Doran, called "O heartless. 

I was put up to it by John Schenk, who received this as an assignment in a Deborah Keenen class at the Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis.

I guess it's OK to quote the Doran poem:

O heartless--

deliver me slant

I am tired of folded hands

of the dead sea lion
and the garbage dump

my pillar and post

tired of words stunted
and dry

You who are tireless,
brute,

deliver the sea lion rotting
to the dump's cascading swell

(and ask no more of me)

Geri Duran