He said—you’re too starchy.
Sticking around
ready to be broken down,
clawed apart by the first
drip of moisture.
Mmmmmm…
too cloying.
He said—it’s not enough acid.
Probably he’s right.
Just a side of pickles please.
I’m only looking for a tickle.
I said: from which stamen to where?
The pollen comes from here or there
but to be pollinated, well—
just a side of pickles please.
Only looking for a tickle, dear.