. Anyone But You The phone may ring; The call will bring __Anyone but you. The mail will come; It will be from __Anyone but you. A text may buzz; I’m sure it was __Anyone but you. Oh, this is dire; I don’t desire __Anyone but you. . . Crunch Time In the Kitchen From putting off till the eleventh hour What was a daunting, though a pleasant task, Cleaning while cooking’s now too much to ask – There is no time to wipe or scrub or scour. The oven fills the room with desert heat; The stovetop’s surface glows like tropic sun. The moment that one recipe’s complete I whirl about to start another one. The pots form growing towers---a junkyard heap--- They fill the sink, and on the floor below An egg has broken, smashed by fatal leap. Flour, cocoa, sugar, a tricolored snow, Lie scattered, and in places mark the track Traced to and fro by hasty, frenzied feet. The chaos here resembles bear attack Or fierce tornado’s wake. Ah, but the mess Itself’s a monument to my success Which I shall tackle momentarily--- But not until I rest, enjoy a treat, And sip a steaming, hard-earned cup of tea. . . Darwin's Cafe As you dine on some fine macaroni, Watch Eohippus turn into a pony! __The primordial soup __Is unsavory goop, But it comes with a side of baloney! . . Frustration “Ah, what a stupid variable!” I cried, But then my prof corrected, “No, it’s dumb.” “I know the difference,” shamelessly I lied, “But how then does it help to find the sum?” “Without the dummy variable,” he said, “The integral is tricky to compute, But if you use this little 'tau' instead, It takes away that troublesome square root.” “But still the coefficients are unknown. I don’t know how to find them,” I complained. He said, “Look in the book. The proof is shown; The coefficient formula’s explained.” “The book makes no more sense than you!” I yelped. “I know to you this stuff is plain to see, But I’m afraid that I just can’t be helped--- These variables are still all Greek to me.” . . Anna J. Arredondo grew up in Pennsylvania, where she fell in love with poetry from a young age. After living in Mexico for six years, during which time she met and married her husband, she returned to Pennsylvania for one more decade. An engineer by education, home educator by choice, and poet by preference, she relocated in 2017 and currently resides in Westminster, CO with her husband and three school-age children. Anna has recently had poems published in The Lyric and Time of Singing.