They want capers, cumin, garlic. Fresh basil
in their salad. Blue cheese.
They want their olives with the pits.
The whole chicken—skin and bone
and dark.
They want the carcass
for soup. They’ll risk
a few spills.
They need
to try,
to know what will happen
if
they try.

Jennifer L. Freed writes mostly poems and sometimes writes very short stories. Find her at jfreed.weebly.com.