PUNK POETRY: Tuna Salad Sandwich Dreams by Ann Christine Tabaka

Tuna salad dreams fly overhead. 

Hunger sets in. Childhood memories – 

steamy bowls of canned tomato soup & 

white bread sandwiches, crusts cut off – 

soft & squishy. The warmth of youth, 

when life was simpler. Checkered sheets 

& floral print towels, an era from past pages. 

Stories written in a lined black marbled 

notebook with a leaky fountain pen. 

Poems written in hope / words full of life.

Resonate!

Hand-me-down clothes & second-hand dreams.

Walking backwards through a lintel of lost time. 

Craving a taste of the past / I walk into the

kitchen to prepare a tuna salad dream. 

--Ann Christine Tabaka