Thursday, January 06, 2011

Ode to No Potato Salad

alas
potato salad,
I feel thine absence more keenly
than that of a love gone by, gone awry,
gone cold from being exiled
for too cruel a crime
like a picnic with no wine
and no potato salad.
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