June 2021
John Dorroh
travelerjd59@gmail.com
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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