Mary Schoelch


The Black Hole Or Ode To My Garbage Disposal

Poem by Mary Schoelch

Your yawning mouth in porcelain
Makes hash and mash of all thrown in

Of liver and spinach, those things expected
And culinary failures that I rejected

Appreciative then, I'd certainly be
If the spoon that fell down, you'd return to me


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 10, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 10, 2005