Not So Tasty
I guess I’ll just stew in this
I’ll make a great stew, I bet
I’ll steep in this water
and make tea of my sadness.
I’ll sit in the broiler
and burn to a crisp
Someone left me in too long
I’ll be reduced to ash.
I’ll be ground up and find
the water holding me down
as the filter collects me
and the addict tosses me out.
I’ll sit in the skillet
until the chef stirs me again
and I’ll feel something
and then be consumed.