Vindaloo Passover by Jakob Chapman

after eating the lamb
drenched in curry
poured over hoary rice
waiting for twilight
when the sun sinks
sorrowfully to his knees
entreating intersession
with the 3rd day separation,
I have a date
with my creating angel

Pepperoni by Jakob Chapman

uncountable noun
thin slice of life
sitting in its own pool
of oily blood
hot salami
in an Italian tsunami
flooding the hut
filling the homeland
with savory security
when the moon hits your eye

Heaven by Jakob Chapman

Like eating Canadian bacon
in the shower
while my lover
takes a leak