Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Blowtorch. What ensues when you take a blowtorch to a poem?

Incendiary words. Then ash. Then nothing.

By comparison, when you blowtorch creme brulee, you create the signature crust. People applaud.
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  1. SusanJuly 7, 2011 at 10:09 AM

    not to matter

    does the flipping
    pancake come to butter
    and bacon newly crisped
    on her stove of days ahead?

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