Parsley, Sage, Dysfunction, and Thyme
Instead of
clever glass jars
with cork stoppers
filled with
delicate leaves
and pungent powders.
Hand-labeled
Arranged in alphabetical order:
Allspice,
Basil, Bay Leaves
Carraway, Cayenne, Cinnamon
Our spice rack
housed
plastic orange cylinders
with childproof lids
filled with
two-toned capsules
and pastel tablets
Covered in warnings
Arranged in alphabetical order:
Ativan,
Clozapine, Codeine,
Desyrel, Dexadrine, Dilaudid,
Perhaps,
This is why
My mother
Could not cook.
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Definitely a WOW poem! From title to end, a stunner!
An engaging poem. You painted your scenes wonderfully.
Clever and poignant – very nicely done.
wonderful
Donna! You did it again! Amazing!
Powerful piece. Thanks for sharing.
this is a good ol’ Donna Ison poem