Witch’s Butter
It’s that bright orange
festoon of caviar
growing ever larger
on the rotting trunk
until you stuff
the whole of it
into your mouth
and finally feel
the urge to stop
talking about winter.
[LSS, 1/25/21]
A Northwest to Southeast writing collaboration between Laura Stangel Schmidt on Whidbey Island, WA and Robert Kostuck in Clearwater, FL.
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