I hope you’re hungry 🤤
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
poetry is a kind of fizz. jumping out from the belly of time. as lures toward meaning and its loss.