Angelica Tao Poet Free verse

I Like

I like food. 
The pieces which are like squares, but also circles. 
I like food. 
I set the tray on my lap. 
In the living room. 
Just me. 

I like the headlights. 
Shining through, but no one is coming. 
Just the neighbors. 
They are home. 
I wish there was someone is my driveway. 
But no one exists. 
Headlights are all around. 
That’s all we have. 

I like the bowl of soup. 
Spilled. 
Spilled and I live alone. 
Broken, destroyed, alone. 
The bowl is broken on the floor. 
So I picked up a mop and broom. 
That’s all I remember. 
On Tuesday. 
That’s all that really happened.

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