After our date at Melt Bar and Grilled
cheese grease macaroni and butter saliva
dripped from our lips onto crumb plates
back when Marina & the Diamonds were hip
(if they were ever) in style I wired it from aux
cord to speakers to let you know I am not
a robot in an operatic tone indicating
romantic desperation my circuits buzzing
& I thought during the open-heart chorus
you’d say much more than cool
(originally published in Ygdrasil, Winter 2021)
Cramped in that silver
nook by the kitchen
was how not to know me.
The panini-maker pressed
pitas onto various vegetables
that were consumed and
capitalized. Chickpeas
churning in the high-
grade processor (with
special red spice).
Carrots in the juicer,
bananas in the blender,
hearts on dark trays headed
to tables by the window
overlooking the snow-
plowed parking lot. I dropped
wine glasses all week
and would you agree
it was too much when
the army came in
to sweep glass
off the floor?
(originally published in Stick Figure Poetry Quarterly, Spring 2023)
I am tired of lunch meat sandwiches
the cold beasts breathing down
my throat of history
harkening if not to past lives
then my previous ones too
sitting alone in Mom’s kitchen
the green and white table
under malfunctioning fan
with a clink in its swing
Wonderbread from Acme
could have been from anywhere
but the taste is familiar if not a burdened kind of sweet
I’ve moved to a Schwebels brand of cheap
wheat always on sale always lasts
for weeks until it’s eaten
this food chain lawlessly evolved
(originally published in The Field Guide Poetry Magazine, Fall 2023)