It's Still Life

I.
Coriander: A List Poem

It tastes of thirsty earth
Steam vapour from smokestacks
White porcelain bowls of coal tar soap
Pine-scented kitchen spray
Scorched hair
It’s overwhelming, like a Chihuahua
Like a static shock
It’s verbless and going nowhere
It’s corrosive as boiled lemon sweets
Or vinegar
It smells of microbes in a
      plastic drinks bottle
It’s a hepped-up mob
It’s a photograph of your mother,
      bleached white from the sun
It’s a euphemism for holy shit

II.
Suits

Gave all of his old suits
to charity.
A few double-breasted, too.
One day we might
meet his suit walking
up the street.

Written for I.)  NaPoWriMo Day 20: Anthropomorphise a kind of food, and II.)  Writers’ Digest “write a poem using 3 of these 6 words Content Double Guide Meet Pump Suit” ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #glopowrimo #napowrimo on Twitter