The spoon, depressed in a mix of white and wild rice, with the black husks

of the wild strewn throughout the white like moments of epiphany in an

Ashbery poem. Specks of basil, parsley and thyme stand in an amoeba of

oil, circling the spoon.

 

I have undertaken the decoration of the empty space on my wall

but as nothing is mine I will refuse

Instead resolving to drop back into

keeping it real