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Aleksejs Macions
Poems
Jun 22
The Guest List
They came.
I served their food raw.
One called the smoke “avant-garde.”
Another mistook the fire for wine.
I told my recipe to the onions,
And they cried for me.
My assistant bled her heart out into the batter.
We called it
dedication
.
They clapped at the concept
But spat out the taste.
“Where’s the soul?”
They asked,
As I retched mine onto their plate.
I plated everything. I garnished everything.
I sous-vided my own nerves.
The critics asked me:
“Is this performance or punishment?”
And I said:
“
Yes.
”
They begged for dessert.
I gave them a mirror.
No one was full.
One choked.
One clapped.
One asked if it was locally sourced.
And just before the flames kissed the napkins goodbye,
Just before the foam turned to ash,
I leaned in
And whispered:
“It was
halibut
, you donkey.”
Inspired by The Menu (2022).
#themenu
#food
#avantgarde
#abstract
#sad
Written by
Aleksejs Macions
17/M/Monaco
(17/M/Monaco)
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