Before doing centrist Op-Eds, Frank Bruni
was chief restaurant critic for The New York Times,
Top Chef guest judge and struggled with bulimia…

Though some fat or sassy ragazine guidelines
caveat their submitters, Do not write about writing,
I assume we poets are among our top-heaviest

consumers of poetry: so how does it feel
for you now after that feast-of-acceptances
gobbledygook gorge’s followed by publication famine

of pan-African proportions greater than when half
the tattered inhabitants of Timbuktu starved
in 1738-56, hunger beyond any known

statistically significant shortages
within a twenty-five hundred year recorded history
of cutting food reviews by the civilized literary world?