Mug Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

This Is Just To Say

Like Carlos Williams and plums
This too is, just to say:

Medium glass jar
Metal top
Filled with red vinegar
Italy’s

Came the time for the eggs
Of course boiled
I could fit only four
With their shells

Some days passed; chemistry did its work.
The acid acetic soften the calcium.
And last night I peeled them.
The shells were soft and thin
As if some plastic.

Good to know.

Tastes no good
Not at all.
No next time.