Loaf

hard-boiled eggs

Bury the eyes, always,
that they may not witness
this turbulent mystery.

green olives

With pimento pupils,
they stand sentry, to repel
untoward advances.

orange slices

From what grove,
and how came they here?
They must be wondering.

 ground beef (?)

Structural putty.
Muscle memory retains
the shape of the pan.

canned peas

From every crevice
springs
a mockery of freshness.

tomato slice

Countersunk
against
indifference.

mint

A jaunty sail,
a hint of life
other than this.

 

 

 

 

 

If you’re on Facebook, here’s the photo that inspired this poem. See more from the Kitsch Bitsch here. Yummy! Also, if it’s Tuesday p.m., it’s Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. June 11 marks its 100th weekly session.

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17 thoughts on “Loaf

    • Not hard-boiled ones. But I was working from a photo of a really yucky-looking meatloaf. I do know some who put a bunch of whole, hard-boiled eggs in the center, though. You slice it, and — surprise!

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