The Problem

The problem is,
you see,
I could have
stood there
at the kitchen counter

for the rest of time
accomplishing
the cosmic rhyme
of rolling (and then
eating) thin salami

slices into
pinwheels – after
spreading each
with Alouette herb
and garlic cheese.

The problem is,
you see,
it never has
made any sense
to me why

I should ever stop
whatever’s so
exquisitely
dismantling
my knees.


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