Kaydance Rice | ghazal as honeycomb inside a cardboard box
we ran out of soy milk last night, did you notice? i didn’t let
it go bad, it just did. i swear, i’m going to go to the store
tonight i just haven’t yet. i’ll go right now. i’ll pick us up
some canned corn and boxed potatoes. actually, check storage
i think we might still have some. and we’ll make meat
too — turkey. yeah it’ll be dry from sitting in the store
all day but it’ll be nice — i swear. it’ll be a real american
meal. and it won’t have flies in it this time — i swear. the stores
don’t put them in there — i already checked. the flies are only
at home. and i keep them in boxes, in the basement, in storage,
i know you’ve heard them buzzing before. they stay there
they only got into the fridge a couple of times. the store
doesn’t have pesticide, i know you already checked. let’s
just stay here and dance. let’s just say it closed and stay stored.
it go bad, it just did. i swear, i’m going to go to the store
tonight i just haven’t yet. i’ll go right now. i’ll pick us up
some canned corn and boxed potatoes. actually, check storage
i think we might still have some. and we’ll make meat
too — turkey. yeah it’ll be dry from sitting in the store
all day but it’ll be nice — i swear. it’ll be a real american
meal. and it won’t have flies in it this time — i swear. the stores
don’t put them in there — i already checked. the flies are only
at home. and i keep them in boxes, in the basement, in storage,
i know you’ve heard them buzzing before. they stay there
they only got into the fridge a couple of times. the store
doesn’t have pesticide, i know you already checked. let’s
just stay here and dance. let’s just say it closed and stay stored.
Kaydance Rice is a writer from Grand Rapids, Michigan. Her work can be found or is forthcoming in the Taco Bell Quarterly, YoungArts Anthology, Cargoes, voicemail poems, Full Mood Magazine and elsewhere.