Kate Camp poem: Offer

Offer

Lime milkshakes, double bacon
cannot last.

The special is always
finite.

So when I found you like a free
Mobil dollar in the letterbox

I did not slip you
into the leather grave

of the forgetting
section of my wallet

or pin you in the kitchen
to be splattered

but redeemed you instantly
knowing such things

are available
for a limited time.




Kate Camp