RELISH
ON A HOTDOG
We
used to be like relish
On
a hotdog.
Now
I am here. You are there.
Slim
space between
Yet
I have built a mountain
In
the middle.
Or
was it you who
Cast
the first stone
Leaving
me alone
To
add the boulders until
Now
the mountain pass
Is
blocked with innuendo
Wrapped
in sarcasm?
I
don’t relish hotdogs anymore.
This poem by Audrey Austin is one of the Judge's Selections in a Northern Ontario Poetry Collection, Volume Eighteen 2013 titled "Spirits in Stone".
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