Wed
Mar
11
[from z o o l u’s flickrrrr]
sliced across sanity’s edges, steve feels
his face in greasy mirrors across his pepperoni
pie; crusts shaped like eyebrows, he needs
visual reassurance that charlie choppe’s berry
sauce won’t crumble his innards — smiling
spinach can carry his hopes. alas, he’d ordered
simple slices; the freshest being pep and chili,
globs of beany mush crusted underneath
the oven’s loving touch.