words can never be
one dimensional
she smiles at the kitchen counter
opening a can of organic pinto beans
on the fridge smeared
with gmo free guacamole
worlds wither with travel
is written with magnetic letters
sounds like your poetry she says
with a mouth crunching tortilla chips
why is that he asks chopping
a flaking cluster of cilantro
because your poetry lacks
dirt between the ears
I thought you were all about hygiene
Except when it comes to the spoken word
wiping a lemon Squeezer
before passing the salt
they
sigh
