No Insect by Steve Westbrook
He spread poison in the yard:
snailbait and tanglefoot.
Sometimes he made me taste the pellets.
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He spread poison in the yard:
snailbait and tanglefoot.
Sometimes he made me taste the pellets.
On the fence sits a cat with a cracked eye
staring down from its moony perch, inviting
the dreaming children down a path
Peanut butter coats three of the good spoons;
a quarter-inch of cold Earl Grey stains the white insides
of my favorite mug[...]
Curse the invisibility of piemakers,
they’re obscured by modest aprons, tarty
bakery cases and the grandmotherly virtue
of being dead.[...]
Eat Eat more marbled Sirloin more Pork ‘n
gravy!
Lard up the dressing, fry chicken in
boiling oil