It's Still Life

A Bit of Untitled Silliness

I.
Heatwave Lunch

Ingredients
12 ice cubes.

Method
Arrange artistically.
Serve immediately.

Complain gently
about the weather.

Serves:
whoever survives.

II.
The Conversation

“This is not lunch,” he says.
“No,” I reply, “but it’s cold.”

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Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up.

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