Hangry
HANGRY
If the answer sashays in on a silver
platter, tidy as an hors d'oeuvres
served in a little crinkled cup
and garnished with a sprig of rosemary
or a strawberry slice, nice,
though it’s a safe bet that
the question isn’t getting at
the meat of the matter, which
even now is being prepared behind
those heavy, swinging doors
for those with a reservation,
or—funny enough—without
reservation enough to demand
what's really going on back there
this many-an-hour, declining
the establishment's arsenal of black-
tied offers of a little something
to dull the edge and placate the growl.
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