My Food Flees From Me

Musing with Caren Krutsinger’s musings. I love our dear poet’s imagination. Thank you, Caren for allowing me to use your poem and a few phrases from your poem. Used poem by permission. My Food Flees from Me Caren, A creepy thing I would devour But wait, wait, wait… not fuzzy wuzzy in the drain; are you insane?! Tickly tasty, i won’t wasty, wiggles and waggles - the hashtag “what am i thinking?!” I watch it move - stomach’s sinking. My food flees from me…that might be just what i need! Don’t be hasty - tastes like cookie? My brain reacts like a rookie. Cookie doesn’t slide nor slither on my pink tongue. I’m persnickety and picky, quite realize this snack is icky. Though your friendship i encourage, i’ve no courage for bugs that bathe in the sink or crawl on the floor. I need shrink! No! No! No bugs at all, my friend. My skin’s crawling, as i’m spitting out the thought. I’ll eat good things, as i’ve been taught. 4/28/2023 Find Your PS Muse Sponsor: Margarita Lillico Not as Picky as I Thought She Was If I was hungry I would devour that creepy thing I think. It is something tasty that crawled out of my sink You don’t even know what it is my friend says. She is persnickety and picky, my pal Inez. Look at its legs, I reply. They look tickly tasty. Not so fast! Says the crawler. Let’s not be hasty! Inez says “I never eat food that speaks to me.” “I will make an exception,” I say, “That thing is free.” Inez is not as choosy as I thought that she was. I begin bathing the sink creature, fluffing his fuzz. "Wait!" the crawly thing says. “That brush is too short for me!” The second I stop, he scuttles down the drain to flee. Caren Krutsinger