I eat Triscuits out of the box
One already in my left hand while I finish the one in my right
No cheese, hummus, or radishes delicately sliced
Or anything the pictures tell me guests love
I want my snack to ruin dinner
To be nourished, as sturdy wheat fills me
I want to lick salt from fingers
To be fed gratuitously, a little at a time
Like an animal at the park
That the men on the bench come to visit
Expecting nothing, but to share an afternoon.
Such a lovely goose,
who can make too much noise,
but only when they have given her TriscuitsI