Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Dirty South 2/3: A Return To Mushrooms





I've been working on my fear of mushrooms for a while now. I had some that I actually wanted to eat more of (yes, yes I did). My first time at Muss & Turner's, in July, is where I found them. Once I finally moved down here I went back.

It took me until October, I've been busy. They didn't have them on the seasonal menu (bravery went back in my pocket).That week I had taught found poetry in my classes. 

Don't teach what you don't do. So this is what I did: I made a found poem from my journal. I took one, random, word from each daily journal entry between when I was first there and when I went back. That's a sentence a day between July and now, more or less. I need to thank all of my students for putting this bug in my head.

(I had the cheese plate. They put together a goooood cheese plate. And kids, if you're reading, yes, that is a series of pictures of me drinking ONE cocktail. Do Not Drink and Drive and Do Not Dare think of drinking underage. Seriously.)

I had concerns about if I should tell my students what I had done to my journal. Still uncertain about that part. I hadn't done this before. My fears of mushrooms and public poetry--it's a two in one blog post! This poem is, obviously, called "Mushrooms." (full text at bottom)

Note: Muss and Turner's has not approved this poem. I, however, do approve them as my favorite restaurant here. Go eat all their foods. 

Mushrooms

Me again, me nested here with rose-tea
Dad’s drier books still out here



Transplant great chickpeas
Tiny hot cupid coupons


Serious story packages unpacked 
pretend world class dogfood jealousy


Fun hair Fun Success Fun Sunday definitely Fun
Good work neato pj times



Sleep office account 
peaceful place
grant it


Thankful tired day, relaxed thing stares 
Bullshit claustrophobic 
Acetaminophen week



Happy Snake Salad Week 
Out heartbroken hurt place
Comfort me well ug army




Name things that storm place, ledbelly
It helps me place detox tonight



Yes, even love again
Peaceful place, right time, beautiful rush

come back







Mushrooms

Me again, me nested here with rose-tea
Dad’s drier books still out here

Transplant great chickpeas
Tiny hot cupid coupons

Serious story packages unpacked
pretend world class dogfood jealousy

Fun hair Fun Success Fun Sunday definitely Fun
Good work neato pj times

Sleep office account
peaceful place
grant it

Thankful tired day, relaxed thing stares
Bullshit claustrophobic
Acetaminophen week

Happy Snake Salad Week
Out heartbroken hurt place
Comfort me well ug army

Name things that storm place, ledbelly
It helps me place detox tonight

Yes, even love again
Peaceful place, right time, beautiful rush

come back

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