Accidental poetry
Sometimes you wind up writing something perhaps artistic without realizing it. I was emailed a lunch-order request for a meeting I’m attending tomorrow. So here’s what I sent:
I am attending.
I’d like:
turkey
avocado
mustard
lettuce
tomato
on white
with mustard
and a bag of BBQ chips
please
(This almost looks like a poem by e e cummings. To wit:)
i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness