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Feb 2013
One by one
I pluck them out
Of the rapid-
Boiling water
softening their skin
like salt water to a corpse.
Slippery little suckers
who I stab with my fork
with an excitement to eat them.
Oh, Peking ravioli-
You're delicious!

:)
kara lynn bird
Written by
kara lynn bird  Boston
(Boston)   
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