alright, Larissa got weird last week, so I got even weirder. you’re welcome! xx K

food for thought 

is no substitute

for the real

thing but like, 

what if 

Caesar really did

eat his feelings 

every morning 

I’m pickled 

I have to empty 

the dishwasher

that I myself ran

the night before

the monotony 

in past lives 

created

a threshold 

for lunch

so high 

it was impossible 

to tomato back

but them’s the rules 

be highlight

reel I mean, 

we’re in Europe 

if you didn’t know

how to spread 

the vegan aioli 

onto every onion 

matters just because 

I can doesn’t mean

I should lettuce around 

your peppered 

voice let’s ware 

our salty emotions 

on herbs & cheese 

& savor being 

the exceptions

to every unresolved 

olive baby,

the die is cast

u want chips 

with that?

Your poetry homework for the week is to use your go-to Uber Eats order as source text for your next piece. Gotta order an Italian BMT now, byeee 👋.