We Speak Only of Butter

 

He is an icebox. I say lately,
I’ve been awfully yellow
which is sad
because it’s the opposite of blue.
Don’t compliment me or my cooking.
I’ve burnt every pie this Easter Sunday
and it’s only Saturday. I dropped the ham
looking for a turkey. I lost a very smart thing
and nobody noticed. Most days,
it’s a tragedy. If I say my oven is a bomb
will he come cut the wires?

 

Katie Longofono Biography

May-June 2016 Issue, BOAAT