Ready Meal

These potatoes and meat were cooked for me, for one,
with salt and sweet butter carrots,
and green sprig.

I eat in silent stare, away
in some mythical land of carefree care.
Each trembled fork is slow, and grey.
A million meals of yesterday.

What would it feel like to cook food for a friend?
A surprise message arrives.

These potatoes and meat were cooked for me, for one,
with salt and sweet butter carrots,
and green sprig.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.