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Eating Pizza with God

by Chris Sorrenti

what would it be like?

hot bendy dough triangles
heaped with toppings of every kind
covered in long strings of Mozzarella
a piece in each of our hands

talking excitedly with mouths full of food
smacking our lips
red with tomato sauce
dripping down our faces
while discussing the stupidity of dogma

reassured at the site
of meat between one another’s teeth
as we laugh hysterically
agreeing that etiquette is better left back on Earth

and that despite his stature
age and history
he’s just another of the great unwashed

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Posted on 04/14/2018
Copyright © 2020 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/14/18 at 04:02 PM

I love this, Chris. I smiled throughout and my mouth watered simultaneously. What I love is making the "one of stature age and history" just one of us sitting right there across the table, sloppy, and laughing. To some this might seem almost sacrilegious, but to me, it is precious and intimate. With how many could we be so unceremonious, messy, and just plain sloppy? Also, these lines: "red with tomato sauce dripping down our faces / while discussing the ridiculousness of dogma" lead to a whole other possibility for discussing and essay writing. But I like the sentiment. Dogma has never been one of my favorite things or words. In fact, the word itself could be the title of a poem with which I could have some fun. Thanks for this, my friend.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/14/18 at 07:21 PM

Loved the whole notion of this sit-down with God! The sense of humor is catching in this one and the up close and personal moment is terrific. Some serious back-ground thoughts come to mind, but pizza first! Thanks, Chris.

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