New Poem Day # 2...
This week's new old poem:
Their Fault
If they had
told us that
we weren't
allowed to
fiddle with the
pizza before
sending it back
in exchange
for a new one,
we never would
have formed the
pepperonis into
an angry face,
and Domino's
would still deliver
to my house.
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Ps. I’m also upset about pizza delivery; apparently some stores don’t deliver in Brooklyn even though they have a takeout store relatively close. I blame their fear of the neighborhood :-/.
I'd be happy to sign a copy for you. Do you have an email address I can contact you at?
Matthew K. Manning