by Robert Beveridge

They say a sprinkle
of the proper herb
can underline any dish,
and that the true secret
of cooking is what
goes with what

and when you dig through
a fifteenth-century roll
from Germany that asks
for three leaves you’ve
never heard of, well,
that’s when the magic happens


Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent and upcoming appearances are in Stone of Madness, Thirteen Myna Birds, and Caustic Frolic, among others.