garlic powder

I hoped to write a poem about food today. I picked a kind of food and made a big word list. Most of the words I picked were small but soon they were stringing themselves into phrases. Some rhyming started to happen. I hadn’t wanted that but I somehow also couldn’t prevent it. Sadly, it hasn’t gotten much farther than that. I had to go to work after all, then come home and mom around, arranging bathtimes, homework, dog care, tea and supper.

As consolation (to me), I have a poem up at Qarrtsiluni about nuclear power!