new old poem, food

First, I wanted to show you if you didn't already catch my other links that the new Blossombones is live; here's a new poem. I'm sorry I'm so late to rise with this, but I've been working straight since last Monday. Work is a useful thing; it gives us money which can be used to pay for many things like cotton candy and herbal sleep aids and educational tapes. I believe in work. Guess which one is me in the photo? You can't really see me, I'm obscured. It's not a very good photo. But you can see we each get our own machine, and that's exciting!

You should read the poem. It's for their Marked issue, which, at least visually tying the issue together, seems to be about imprints on the body. Mine isn't really about that in the strictest sense, but I'm sure you can catch where the mark comes in. And OK, the poem isn't new -- I think it's about a year old. But just to re-iterate, work is pretty consuming.

Tonight, if I get more new potatoes from the CSA pickup, I am making new potatoes and onion sauce, the classic Finnish way. Because aside from work, my big pleasure is good food. Ok, now I have to run -- these victory rolls take a long time to set.