You think you’re so smart, but can’t make a decent plate of biscuits and gravy. That takes the soul of understanding. Your emancipation comes at such a cost. I make my own mistakes, but always bounce back to make more. I’m not going to starve while you recharge your batteries. What’s the glitch in your hitch, Mitch? What’s the snow in your glow, Flo? Does the TV dream of electric sheep? Are we not required to praise as well as grieve in spirit? Blessed is he who comes in the name of the photon. He shall light up the room with his magnetism. Blessed is he who delivers the punchline, for his shall be the salvation of laughter. I kid you not. The secret’s in the sausage. Let us now enjoy this meal prepared by loving hands. May we be saved by grace through the sacrament of flour and grease.
is a poet and musician who inhabits the bottomlands of California’s central valley. His work has recently appeared in Quibble, Ghost City Review, and Monterey Poetry Journal.
