Bio Note: I am a science-minded individual who likes hanging out with melting glaciers, emerging cicadas, and all sorts of organisms in my own backyard. I love ole-fashioned maps and won the first-ever cartography award in 6th grade. I used to speak French. Feral, Os Pressan, and Selcouth Station are a few places my poems have appeared.
It’s Really Not a Buffet
I want the cola nut to stay on the twig to balance itself like crab eyes on the ends of long pink stalks. I want the jello to stop wiggling when I breathe out monster dreams. I want my expensive soap to last forever the way the moon does. We’ve never run out of moon that I can remember. It never made the news if it did. I want to be friends with people from India and show them how to make hush puppies and lemon ice box pie. I want guacamole everyday for breakfast and a pet spider monkey that never bites. I want my bones to glow once I go into the ground so that even the grubs can see where they need to go.
©2021 John Dorroh
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