Tonight's Poet Corner: Christmas Ham

Christmas Ham
by Belinda Roddie

The salivation
is endless -
steam rises like
desire. Cut me at

least five slices
I can gorge on,
smothered with orange
glaze. It will

remind me of
my senior year
in college, when
I still had friends,

and we still hung
up lights on trees,
and cheer was still
legal where I lived.