The Glamorous Sandwich
Poetry by David Henson
The Glamorous Sandwich
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She wants a sandwich that turns heads like a street performer juggling flames and igniting a plume that shoots into the sky or an old man violining for change and unleashing a virtuoso performance and she yearns for a sandwich that turns heads like that. She craves a sandwich that makes men foolish and women jealous where men fall over themselves approaching but recoil from touching for fear of being dazed and confused a sandwich women secretly want while claiming it’s too thick or thin spicy or bland this or that oh yes a sandwich that makes men foolish and women jealous or women foolish and men jealous is okay too. She yearns for a sandwich exciting as puberty tantalizing as a lover’s tongue a lover’s taste the scent of cinnamon brewing coffee an unopened book almost remembered dream forecast of snow. She wants a sandwich that’s a Michelangelo Modigliani Monet a masterpiece that melts clocks and shows all sides that elicits oohhs and aahhs like a Nijinsky jeté a Pavlova arabesque evokes swoons like a Pavarotti aria. She seeks a sandwich that startles like thunder exhilarates like white water is sweet as a durian sour as sorrel that waters mouths widens eyes flares nostrils and sucks the oxygen right out of the room. She wants a glamorous sandwich that’s above it all that says Bite me, dahling. She wants a sandwich that won’t leave her hungry. She wants a sandwich that will leave her hungry.