Honey on Rye Bread
BY FRIEDA BILEZIKIAN '26

Friendless people still have things like appetites 

The clock reads lunch 

So I rummage in my room to discover rye bread 

Sliced by mom and 

Honey in a jar on my desk 

Unpleasant tastes and tears 

Mealtimes should be pleasant but they are not 

When you are sitting with a worn book as company and you are eating 

Sour bread and sweet honey 

Can it even be a sandwich? 

It does not fill my stomach that is still empty and 

Hurts my heart that I eat the offensive snack in my room while friends eat sandwiches in  

                other places 

Close to me but out of reach because I lack the key to get in to eat with ease 

Away from prying eyes 

I eat honey on rye bread in my room and try to tell myself that I am happy 

While wishing I did not have an appetite or that meals could be eaten alone without scorn. 

Sour bread and sweet honey 

Sour moments in a sweet life 

Honey on rye bread