"overprivilegded" poems
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.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC