“Now when I walk around at lunchtime/ I have only two charms in my pocket," writes Frank O'Hara in one of his Lunch Poems, the collection he published in 1964, compiled largely of poems written on his lunch break while he was working at the Museum of Modern Art in New York.
O'Hara knew a thing or two about Not Sad Desk Lunches: Namely, get out for a walk. And write a poem while you're at it. (He also was a fan of liver sausages and sardines and oranges—at least as far as this collection suggests. Whether he loved lentils, like we do, is lost to history.)
In honor of National Poetry Month—April!—write us a Not Sad Lunch Poem! Take inspiration from Frank O'Hara, or from our own Haiku52, and then take a few minutes of your own lunch break to write us a few verses in the comments below. We'll round up some of our favorites in a post next week!
What are the most poetic foods to you? The least poetic? (Dare you to write a poem about them!) What's in your lunchbox today? Express yourself in the comments.