Jan 2021
I find every hour or so
Words bursting in my head
As corn kernels agitated;
And greedily
I scoop up all I can,
Though the result is often
A mess of burned buttery bunk.
Words bursting in my head
As corn kernels agitated;
And greedily
I scoop up all I can,
Though the result is often
A mess of burned buttery bunk.
