POEM XX: “CLEANUP”

Cold bacon grease has formed
a blue lake in the bottom of the iron frying pan.

The microwave releases a memory of popcorn with its dying breath.

The kitchen strainer offers up
a humble bouquet
of single pea, kidney bean,
and white potato peel.

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