Here's a few haikus that I wrote today while dining out. I was feeling pretty obsessed with food preparation hygiene having just finished reading Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain:
Bandana-wrapped head,
nappy hair barely contained,
He makes your salads.
Fajitas sizzle,
salt-soaked sweat spices your meal,
chef's nails add fiber.
It's "no-fish" Monday,
swordfish bacteria swim,
Steak tonight: burn it!
Journal pages torn,
pulled from mediocrity,
exemplars of thought.
Flotsam and jetsom,
describing my mood this week,
face up then face down.
