alright, Larissa got weird last week, so I got even weirder. youβre welcome! xx K
food for thoughtΒ
is no substitute
for the real
thing but like,Β
what ifΒ
Caesar really did
eat his feelingsΒ
every morningΒ
Iβm pickledΒ
I have to emptyΒ
the dishwasher
thatΒ I myself ran
the nightΒ before
the monotonyΒ
in past livesΒ
created
a thresholdΒ
for lunch
so highΒ
it was impossibleΒ
to tomatoΒ back
but themβs the rulesΒ
be highlight
reelΒ I mean,Β
weβre in EuropeΒ
if you didnβt know
how to spreadΒ
the vegan aioliΒ
onto every onionΒ
matters just becauseΒ
I can doesnβtΒ mean
I shouldΒ lettuce aroundΒ
your pepperedΒ
voice letβs wareΒ
our salty emotionsΒ
on herbs & cheeseΒ
& savor beingΒ
the exceptions
to every unresolvedΒ
olive baby,
the die is cast
u want chipsΒ
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 π.
Oh my, that just made me hungry, and I just finished dinner...
Great writing.