Miss Maple's Hot Pocket

I walked around biting my incisors today

The supermarket was too bright

I didn’t want cheese for dinner

Or anything to do with dairy

I picked up a sack of cashews

a packet of garlic

two large tomatoes

an artful jug of pinot grigio-

holding it secure at the neck

one third down

to roam fluorescent aisles

I’ll make vodka sauce with wine

Soaked nuts will make it creamy

Decisions

Still biting incisors as I walked home

The winter wind set my jaw

I walked through my door

slipped out of warm clouds

hung up the heavy goose jacket

and poured a glass to my face-

washed it down with three cashews

cleaned a tomato on my sleeve

took a bite

and went to bed chewing

no longer incised

I’ll make the fricelli pugliesi

tomorrow