• Gary Hunter

Nachos or Brandy Shot - Feb. 21, 2022

I twist my bad back

during a lung-lunging

Covid cough

between sneezes

and handkerchief bellows


take some time

to lick salty sauce off

the three fingers that ravaged

these homemade nachos


I made my choice

to stimulate a poem

but nothing comes


so a forefinger heads back

to the bowl for clues

I might have missed


while out of the corner of

a watering eye the shapely

bottled hips of a golden beauty

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