Hello! Are you starved for your poetry meal? Sorry for the delay, we are shortstaffed in the kitchen. And by the kitchen we mean Larissa’s head, and by shortstaffed we mean the serotonin has gone on strike and the scabs management has brought in are just awful. So while we deal with this labor strike and wait for the neurons to unionize (which we fully support), Larissa has written this response to Kelly’s piece from 2 weeks ago. Enjoy!

I hope you’re hungry

For NOTHING! 

The volcanic eruption was just 
Vinegar and baking soda maybe 
Mentos in Coca-Cola but whatever it 
Was this is the way the world ends 
Raccoon washed cotton candy 

Fizzle. 

Poetry assignment for this week is to do your depression dishes (maybe that will motivate me)

Kisses from the Chef

L 👩‍🍳