PO_ta_to_ETRY
– R L Raymond
You’ve got it
all wrong!
she snapped
as he cut
the spud
julienne.
I want
crinkles
not shoestrings!
He cut
patiently
each stick
just like
the last.
“We always
have crinkles…”
Sea salt
sprinkled
generously.
Her nose
wrinkled
disgustedly.
“Tonight
I want
shoestrings.”
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