OPTIONAL POETRY

Trying to use the produce before it spoils, the milk a lost cause, dust rueful on the mantle. So easy to think, if only– but each year knows better, better. How does the cilantro just liquify? It’s cool in the refrigerator. What lasts and what does not? Salt and biterness, but you can’t cure a life. Maybe preserve it, depriving it of air, and light, keeping it for the sake of possession, the fear of […]