burnt poem #17

Dominick Knowles

if invisibility is 
the criterion of lyric 
substance, then why
did i just burn my pierogi? 
so many things are 
allowed to happen. 
it’s bullshit, really. 
i smother the pierogi
in butter to disguise 
the taste of blackened 
dough. in a world without 
work this would be a poem 
about exquisite pierogi
and everything visible
happening invisibly 
all at once, to everyone