Thursday, September 26, 2013

The Prep Cook's Lament

We would rather
make love
than make 50 lbs of spiced nuts
or 25 lbs of guacamole

walk the streets
to and from work
confettied with losing
lottery tickets
and security system signs
on the lawns
of the paranoid

and yet we go

and cling to the moments
we can steal

a kiss of the nipple
in the shower

a grab of the ass
in the dairy aisle

pawing at each other

in the German bar

with the midday drunks

we've won

whatever there is to win

and the world can feed itself for a change

© 2013 Lee Kitzis