Category: poetry

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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seconds beget days,

mid-november, sweet

when the sun sets at

when the sun sets at
four thirty-seven in the
afternoon, there is

no escaping the temperature
of loss, longing for the south
.
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