POEM A DAY 2019

Having eaten the all of the wildflowers

in the front lawn, 

a nausea that lends its self 

to affability, to dinner parties,

to remaining seated and

toasting to our gastronomical malady

with Pepto-Bismol cocktails.

a collective rumination just joined, 

a subsequent acid reflux that encourages

one to speak up. 

"Oh, an aster in my teeth?

Thank you.

Now what was I saying.

Yes!"