of corn. Some pop
when it’s hot. Some jump
but don’t plump. Some lay

flat at the bottom. Those flat
didn’t have the grease. Some have
many creases as wrinkled up

sheets. Some are golden. And some
pale. Some are rotten exposed to
the air. Some undeveloped as
a miscarriage. Some buttered –

slabbed. Some we throw in
the trough to feed the pigs. Only save room
for the superlatives.