a poem

September 4, 2010

lunch break

the nachos were not
quite what I expected,

especially the salsa,
tangy, like vinegar
and overly tomatoed.

the sour cream
thicker and less sour,
yet a perfect balance
to overly coriandered
(which used to be cilantro)
guacamole.

apparently, when you melt
cheese in Scotland,
it automatically
turns to plastic
and keeps you
chewing

and savoring what’s new
about what you miss.