A new wave: A found poem

I’m guessing you know what life is like. A safe bet, but even after the renaissance it’s tough to get excited about it anymore.

That’s why I’m riding a new wave.

It lives in its own damn house — push you off your kitchen counter, the perfect intersection of

I know what this is and

what the hell was that?

color —

let me tell you —

sweetness,

depth more than welcomed.

So sip it

use it —

Yes, please.

With credit to Alex Delany and Bon Appetit.