You enter the room
there are two chairs
one has a potato
you sit next to that one
you don’t happen to know,
what it’s for, how it’s this
Phenomenon (but just before
you said that; I stopped you).
The potato is alive.
no boo - not in the realm
of the Possessed, you just know
the vibe
a living thing has.
But the truth is, the potato,
it’s me. I wish I was only
aloo-ding to a piece of fried me.
But i’m just a spotty spud.
