Feeding The Demon Poem by Elizabeth Liechti

Is my little one hungry?
Then eat little monster, heap your plate, have seconds,
Heck, have thirds.
Have some nice roast rage, fresh out of the oven:
My words are just another feminine hygiene commercial
Between him and the big game.
Here's vegetable stew of thoughts:
As far as he's concerned they're static on the line,
A lost internet connection,
A spider he squashes and throws away.
Take a big bowl
I spent the afternoon prepping.
Don't forget a good sccoop of humor for desert.
The drawstring broke just as he answered the door
And the FedEx guy would be a woman that time.
Can't stay angry forever.