by Lauryn Berry
Polyphony, Volume 2, Issue 2 First published April 2020, Manchester
I may be tipsy
as I write this
but I think even a Papa John’s
original crust
and its old pizza box
deserve an elegy.
So here goes,
for you, Hot Pepper Passion:
I knew I’d like you,
but I never expected the taste –
a risky hot mess
stuck to my tongue,
fiery on my lips,
a bitter after-taste
I didn’t see on the menu.
And I won’t cry
for this pizza box
as I will cry for him,
although it will end up
in the bin all the same.
No, but I think I’ll have a good cry
over my burnt, red finger.
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