Comments about Ten Six
I cleaned last night’s unfinished meal,
barely touched, bleached, blackened peppered
The charcoal speckled skillet emptied into the stainless steel sink.
Voices from the flat screen louder than the
unending steady stream of the
War, Disease, Capitalism, Terrorism;
total economic collapse.
Clinic words reporting the news of the day.
Everyone I knew was already infected.
Green, wrinkled, played with but untouched peas. The last of the unfinished food.
I grabbed the papertowels to finish the job. Under the roll I saw it, your love ...