Monday, January 18, 2010

Ode to Purple Rubber Gloves

This is the oil after the zucchini fritters.

Ode to Purple Rubber Gloves

Kitchen gloves you saw me through
Mounds of dishes and piles of goo -
That muck of leftovers and stinking rot,
Especially for all of that I got
You oh so many moons ago.
But now away! to that place below
Cities, parks, fields, and promontories.
Yes, the landfills chock-full of stories,
Old hubcaps, diapers, love letters, and plastic.
Now I have to go buy a new pair. Blast it!

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