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Published on 26 Jun 2008
TO PLEASE A MAN
When I brought him that bowl of navy bean soup I tried to impress him with its Latin name I had memorized the genetic code of the potato Tossed roots of words into the trash with the peelings I placed long strings of conjugated German verbs on the table with the melon, thinking to sweeten the dessert For the next meal I composed an ode to the toaster while giving the full history of breaking fast citing the dates of several English's kings battles in Ireland and Wales At lunch I sang a Gregorian chant, which sounded soothing accompanied by the chopping of onions then I spun a sonnet into the soufflé giving it just a hint of flavor... nothing that would offend I hoped he didn't injure a tooth biting into the pie where I had carefully hidden the rest of the history of the Western world He didn't comment but later mentioned that he was part Japanese would prefer haiku in a dish of sushi Men are so hard to please