The Turkey Is Too Dry
often
various punctuation,
leave their strange hats
in the small
humbleness
of my cloak room.
usually i have
a small
folding table
in the kitchen
set up for thirteen.
they each sit
& drink
from the
cuppletts of sound.
their plates
are heaped with
the dumplings of symbols.
punctuation
always waits for
the final image
to come hot
from the oven.
Often the punctuation
coughs & complains
that the turkey
is too dry.
Copyright © Andrew Rymill | Year Posted 2018
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