Tapioca
blanding
next to mousse,
cabbage goodness
wilting
in panting breaths,
I’m terrible
in bite-size
pieces –
artichoke leaves
and
no heart,
peeling orange,
crab apple,
pineapple spines for miles –
a whole field
of wormy
corn.
How many ears does she have?
Why can’t she hear the difference
between planted and planned?
No comments:
Post a Comment