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We analyzed Frost's "Out, Out—" in class on Friday, but I doubt that was the inspiration for this one. I wanted to write a poem that included a motif, and this one clearly refers to food. There are quite a few people to whom I could say this poem refers, although I didn't intentionally write it about anyone. I'm not sure if I ought to put a space between each stanza or just let it all sit there in a big clump.

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Perhaps it's just too much, she doesn't know it yet
This tangy sustenance may take a while to digest
They're all as sweet as pie, and say they love her so
But cramped in high opinions she can't find the room to grow
That guy in Spanish class, the girl who sure can dance
Each one is such a friendly soul—she'll give them all a chance
"I'll teach you calculus!" "I'll help you with your chords!"
And sure enough, connections  bring some noteworthy rewards
It's quantity that counts when you start all alone
If the skin is delicious you can throw away the bone
But wait--who will she choose when life's falling apart?
They all adore her but she knows not one of them at heart
She'll fill herself with food, to find each dish unmarked
A pity she can eat no more and still she feels she's parched