Poetry

Human Nature

Who knew that an uncleaned grill

could light up so fast

when the grease hit the flame?

Everyone. Everyone and anyone

would have known that.

But sometimes I don’t go back

to clean under the grate.

Sometimes I think I can leave it

for next time because

it’ll be okay for one more round.

And then it lights up

like a bad simile,

a burnt metaphor.

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