The Brussels Sprout Of Karma
You hid a sprout on my plate, left it lounging
like a lifeguard in a pool of curry sauce,
beneath a lilo of boiled basmati rice.
I flung it skyward with my fork, in a fit
of disgust! It dove a belly-flop in midair,
and landed with a splash on the floor.
Later, as you paddled around the kitchen,
barefoot …