Cooking with Extinction
John Reinhart
Thoughtscapes of undulating
brontosauri meander
over the kitchen counter
while we prepare our breakfast.
A mastodon lounges near
the toaster, absorbing a
little of the extra warmth.
A pterodactyl scratches
at a faint memory from
last night, never bringing it
fully to his consciousness.
A yawn produces a few
more –sauri who then
quickly dissolve into fossilized
lumps, occupying my mug
of coffee. I step beyond
the rex to reach my hat and
I’m off, another today
for another tomorrow,
twice forgotten,
half remembered
and three-fifths true.
first published in Star*Line
