Monday, September 3, 2012

Plated food. How does plated food mirror the edited poem?

What you see is what you get. What you taste. What feeds you. A trinity of questions masquerading as answers.

Un-plated food? Chips from bag. Golden tomatoes from green plastic lidless box. Ice cream eaten directly from container. Foregone tonight in pursuit of sushi.

Sushi might just be the pinnacle of editing. Perfectly fresh. Cleansing. Invigorating. Nothing more than need be. Everything it must.

1 comment:

  1. MT's p 26

    Lately she's been seeing things
    so vivid by the stream--she's
    airborne on the backs of dogs
    She's aloft in the most innocent
    way. The misconnections
    of her past are grains in the trees
    she flies above

    respite on the mall
    no ideas
    too fountain

    and the skunk still peeks
    behind the bush