On The Side

he didn't live life
on the verge
or on the edge
or on the fringe

he didn't merge
he didn't splurge

he never balanced
on a ledge

he never made it
to the border

and when he died
they dried their eyes
and racked their heads
and said, oh yes,
one thing that cannot
be denied:

he always ordered
on the side

This poem plus a recipe was contributed to an e-chapbook of poems and recipes by Tearoom Books.


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