Jalapenos

Jalapenos

A Poem by Joe M.

I eat the hot green chiles for the fire red feelings
of anti-numbness;
It’s an anti-blackness I seek.
They say I am a mad hatter
for I bite the hot green chiles,
but I eschew the seed.
And just what
do they know?
They want me to eat pink and purple
pharma-flavanoids grown in petri dishes
that aren’t even savory....

© 2015 Joe M.


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