It seems to go this way with James and I. One of us makes an off-hand remark, and before you know it, a poem talks back.
This time, I was teasing James about something, and I happened to say that maybe he was off in a closet somewhere, writing an article about sestinas. Never one to miss an opportunity, he wrote me a sonnet I am fondly calling the “Closet Cheetos Poem.”
As a side note, it must be revealed: all this fond Cheetos fodder began with Duane Scott.
Anyway.
I asked James if I could feature his sonnet at Every Day Poems, and he consented. Upon its delivery this morning, Claire Burge wrote to tell me she thought it was quite amusing. I’m glad, because that’s exactly what I thought. 
Read Good Neighbors, and maybe you’ll find a smile too.
Post by L.L. Barkat. Visit L.L. at Seedlings in Stone, for more on writing, poetry, art and life.
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I loved it. I always open Every Day Poems last so I can savor it fully:
The orange dust of those Cheetos
might look good on beef burritos.
But Snickers and Brie -
yes, chocolate and cheese -
the dry-ice won’t keep.
It’s all gone: we weep.
Your poem: More fun, Maureen! This is what poetry heaven must be like
That was quite good. And I’m saying that as a hater of Cheetos.