with a kettle and fork
I can turn anything
into its opposite
this bag of garbage noodles
into a feast fit for men
I can swalvor every drop
of one pint of beer
into ten pounds of words
my kettle sings
my fork drums
I harvest everything cheap,
disgusting, salty, damp,
dreary, rotten, bland
and I make wonderful soup
fucking sup, fucking sup
banana peels into Glade plug-ins
cigarette ash to fresh pepper
bread tags into mashed yams
old ice cream, freezer-burned peas
egg scraps in the pan
crumbles of cheese
this trash is loaves and fishes
and I breathe
through my eyeballs
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