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Jan 2015
I.
Bite-sized heaps of fresh
vegetables, overflowing with
sauces, olive oil
and mustard,
fresh herbs and
flower petals.

II.
Hearty and light,
the bite of lemon drizzled over the
thick sustenance
of root vegetables or
shredded meat.

III.
A meal you could
eat on Sunday morning -
potatoes, eggs, bacon, with
honey and herbs over everything,
blackberry jam and toast to the side,
a mug full of
whatever you'd like,
"Comin' right up, Sir."

IV.
A gourmet of flavors you
can carry in your right hand,
and a bundle of flowers you can
hang onto with your right.
Steven Muir
Written by
Steven Muir  20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California
(20/Transgender Male/Santa Clarita, California)   
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