No 2nd Helpings

In her day she
had all the time she wanted
to hear clock music
between 2 layer pie crusts
and skimming cream
off milk.

Tick and tock,
1 and 2,
1 and 2.

At the end of my day
I’m the hungry 1,
living in a 2% world
where everything,
but me,
is thinned.

I feast alone
at the smorgasbord
of life
trying this and that,
1 and 2,
1 and 2.

My pie comes frozen
with cream in a can
and still I hunger
for more.

Time lays cold
between 2 layers of dirt.

I am the lonely
1.