Dinner at an Italian Restaurant Franchise
Give me your black olives,
and I’ll give you my tomatoes
I used to like olives,
but then my mom died
Somehow,
there’s a correlation
We can just throw the onions
back in the bowl
Give me your black olives,
and I’ll give you my tomatoes
I used to like olives,
but then my mom died
Somehow,
there’s a correlation
We can just throw the onions
back in the bowl
Oooo a poem told through dialogue
Interesting write
I like it! And two line stanzas (quatrains? I graduated mfa 2017–forgetting my “formal”knowledge) whatever 2 lines called—you are using your poetry tools well!