Monday, August 07, 2006

Written on a placemat at the Sunshine Cafe, Untitled

Crunching vegetative, cooked and not submissive
green pepper, red, onions almost sweet, oh and oven-seared.
The whole of it: sausage, olives, pepperoni,
the oils of the jalepenos, infiltrating
ubiquitous marinara, made incognito by mozzerella,
delicious, soaking in the pieces.

My favorite part,
at the far edge of each section:
the buffer of bare dough.
For that and that only she shows
-her perfect teeth.

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