Saturday, April 25, 2015

meal invite

swimming in cream and peppers, the steaks 
I call onto you, come over 
there's plenty in the smallest of pans
but I will use herbs, 
formation of dirt that raised me
it is different in the southern hemisphere 
the sacred obsession with greenery
and cooking consumption on a slow fire 
Heat,  reheat, I'm not used to melting 
over and over, once is enough
come on over

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