Because you’re not a nincompoop You comprehend the slots: You air-lift wontons from a soup Or gather meatballs in a group And let the perforated scoop Leave liquid in the pots. Because you have a high IQ The metaphor is plain: You dip your hindsight in a stew Of memories and choose those few That elevate and flatter you. The rest go down the drain. —Henry Rathvon



My memory spoon sieves regrets and reserves the self-aggrandizement for side-eye contemplation.
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