Tiny poem for my dad

thank you dad for teaching me the wonders of white vinegar, tea tree oil 

thank you for teaching me the beauty of frugality 

thank you for feeding me gizzards, chicken feet, anchovies

for sometimes packing me lunch in reused yogurt [or other plastic] containers

being poor sometimes means being ecological, and that's lovely

thank you for loving me big big big time  

RIP, kent roediger, my biggest angel, 12.4.1957-9.17.2017