Wednesday, June 1, 2022

Poem: Hey June, Don't Make Me Mad

June has arrived knocking at my door
before I've finished cooking....

(The year has been speeding with us stuck in traffic
gassed from fast food dripping sauce over our laps,
down our legs,
and into our dancing shoes.)

... June will eat Macaroni Cheese Dinner from a paper plate
― not formed out of fibre but pressed out of paper.

Can I drink wine from coned copier paper?

It'll have to do, for that's the kind of year it's able to.


Hey June,

You can start to make it better.


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2022
Simon St. Laurent