Tagged: food

perhaps love goes hand

perhaps love goes hand
in hand with fear – i would love
to take another

bite, but laces and zippers
and new commitments, to boot

i said that where i

i said that where i
come from
, biscuits
are a food group –
you said there must be
a crossover
somewhere, a continuity
point where the
airiness of biscuits
and scones
are equal,
a singularity

i am waiting for

you have no snacks in

you have no snacks in
your apartment
, my mom says
this in the tone of

a scolding, and i am all
at once embarrassed and proud

it’s true, we have to

it’s true, we have to
work on both the content and
the delivery –

day after day, the carelessness
extends, the words oxidize

there are chapters of

there are chapters of
my heart that require
fried chicken – yes,
i am asking you
to forgive me
for these dog-eared,
oil-stained pages –
they are most delicious

i started the morning off

i started the morning off
with chocolate. no one
has to know unless i
somehow give it away,
warn you, for example,
that the irresistibly smooth,
buttery caramel center
was a lie, or that always
eat your chocolate
at room temperature,
especially truffles
does not cover all rooms
since you’ve went away.
at any rate, there is one
less person to count the
remaining pieces,
no one has to know