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Oct 2014
I put my butterscotch in the refrigerator
Next to the bananas, three loaves of bread,
tortilla strips
just under the styrofoam cups

In the cupboard, I keep my ground beef.
Don't worry, I put it in freezer bags,
I'm not an idiot.

I challenge everyone I meet to a staring contest
The first time I lost was to a homeless man.
He had a way of staring at something (and nothing)
at the same time.
He told me it's a skill you learn when you are
perishable goods.
Here I was trying to preserve things
I would only use once.
I don't even know what butterscotch looks like.
Evan Hoffman
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Evan Hoffman
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