feast | qazse

One week later…

Clockwise
I turn the can
of Planters Mixed Nuts
peering into a greasy
kaleidoscope –

not a cashew
to be found

only Jordans,
Filberts, and Peas
tumbling
in my disdain.

They are all
that remain

of the feast.

	qazse on diamonds within
	qazse on diamonds within
	Mike (fencer) on diamonds within
	Polar on dad wore hats
	fencer on nine was was