24 Jack
shaken and stirred
a step ahead of noon
cracked a carton of eggs
for quiche a man could eat
stabbed a slab of cheese
pushed it through a grater
bruised cilantro and dill
and squeezed a leak of lime
skinned two sausage fingers
pinched bloody-red bitters
pummeled the final potion
into a flattened crust of pie
catching his breath by whispers
he slammed the oven shut and
straddled his backward chair
to count the timer down
A fractal image.
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