alright, Larissa got weird last week, so I got even weirder. youāre welcome! xx K
food for thoughtĀ
is no substitute
for the real
thing but like,Ā
what ifĀ
Caesar really did
eat his feelingsĀ
every morningĀ
Iām pickledĀ
I have to emptyĀ
the dishwasher
thatĀ I myself ran
the nightĀ before
the monotonyĀ
in past livesĀ
created
a thresholdĀ
for lunch
so highĀ
it was impossibleĀ
to tomatoĀ back
but themās the rulesĀ
be highlight
reelĀ I mean,Ā
weāre in EuropeĀ
if you didnāt know
how to spreadĀ
the vegan aioliĀ
onto every onionĀ
matters just becauseĀ
I can doesnātĀ mean
I shouldĀ lettuce aroundĀ
your pepperedĀ
voice letās wareĀ
our salty emotionsĀ
on herbs & cheeseĀ
& savor beingĀ
the exceptions
to every unresolvedĀ
olive baby,
the die is cast
u want chipsĀ
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 š.
Oh my, that just made me hungry, and I just finished dinner...
Great writing.