The leftover scraps of
that meal we shared
so long ago
turns over and over
like a cycle in the dryer
leaving the smell of that rotting sweet
the bone which I buried
and wish to retrieve
I, so willingly,
would spend hours trying to
crack the code
crack the egg
cook it all again
feed me feed me
tie the sinew of
my flesh to your
inspired
on fire
meat and potato recipe
hard to tell if this hunger is a want or a need
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
The leftover scraps of
that meal we shared
so long ago
turns over and over
like a cycle in the dryer
leaving the smell of that rotting sweet
the bone which I buried
and wish to retrieve
I, so willingly,
would spend hours trying to
crack the code
crack the egg
cook it all again
feed me feed me
tie the sinew of
my flesh to your
inspired
on fire
meat and potato recipe
hard to tell if this hunger is a want or a need
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