Good Enough, Maybe

My cooking attempts are more edible.

The kitchen remains intact.

I haven’t had to scrub any gunk

from cabinets or walls.

I’d still rather open packages

and eat whatever’s inside

than try to interpret recipes

(that measuring thing’s what size?).

I’d still rather go outside

and eat what I can find.

I have to wait for spring or else

I’m stuck with frozen bugs.

published in MuddyUm