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I'm glad to be reminded that it's Lovecraft's birthday.

Let's all write poems about Fungi to celebrate! 

untitled fungi poem

 

I apologize for leaving a dirty spoon in the sink.

 

I was exacting my revenge

            for your throwing away the stained plunger

and then clogging the basement toilet

and then going to play backgammon.

The toilet we don't use anymore

because of the Chicagoan partygoers.

Remember when several of them left

with even less clothing

due to their flimsy attire being flushed?

 

I regretted the diabolical fungi

and blamed you for the overflowing

sewage that oozed from an emergency drain

I'd never even seen before…

Just looking at the profusion made me search our house,

dreaming of eye drops, mouthwash and a flamethrower.

 

Attacking with steel wool, metal rakes, a coal shovel,

no amount of salt, garlic or scrubbing

or even nightmarish screaming

removed the glow that emanated, blue-green,

from the spreading, scaled fungi.

 

I saved our home and many lives by eating all of it

            with the last of the butter pecan ice cream

            and the butterscotch sauce

            you'd been saving for your birthday.