Daily Poem 9/30

On Monday she is offered a dinner of fresh mozzarella, red peppers,
veggie sausage, and edamame.
Instead, she opts to eat twelve wasabi peas from my salad,
all spicy hot. She's always liked them.
She happily crunches away with her 15 toddler teeth.
Then she drinks all her milk.
In the end I add her dinner to the compost.
On Tuesday she eats one wasabi pea. Suddenly it is too hot.
It is the hottest spiciest thing in the world.
She needs milk immediately. She rubs her tongue to get rid of the spiciness.
She cries.
No more wasabi peas.
On Wednesday she is offered a dinner of hummus, yogurt, pretzels, and omelette.
Instead she eats
about a dozen
olives
from the back of the fridge and of course
she drinks
lots of milk.