“Here
is your task, as strange as it may seem. Today, write a really bad poem.”
This
can’t get any worse. Trust me.
What’s in the Fridge?
Sweet pickles, half a jar
Runny yellow mustard
Year-old curry paste, green
A sheaf of turkey bacon, lean
Persimmon,
apple,
avocado,
onion,
Half of each,
seeking a recipe
Ready to mingle
and
become
lunch
