a day of cooking

a day of cooking
for an evening of feasting –
glazed with a few words
.
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in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, my thigh is nestled
between your thighs – there

is an itch the size of your
slumber, waiting to be scratched
.
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i am delicately

i am delicately
peeling into
this memory i have
of you – how we
rarely had
lychees
in our youth
unless
you were visiting –
maybe you’d carry
with you only
a small bag of
the sweet fruits,
and still, it was
up to us
to peel away
the tough outer
layer, past the inner
membrane,
to get to
the unforgettable
part, the stuff
of memories
.
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a little bit of

a little bit of
this, a little bit of that,
who wants to roll some

falafel balls? oops, this package
reads pocketless pita

.
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the barrier of

there will always be

there will always be
new old recipes masking
as old new, handed-

down-through-the-generations
delights, i won’t tell if you won’t
.
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in the village on

in the village on
macdougal, we found love for
falafel for the

first time, music students on
a budget, pacing ourselves
.
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