Monday, October 12, 2009

foetry (food poetry) 3

like silk
and butter
and everything good about
its master.
the journey was hard.
the birth was
beautiful.
sunshine,
friends surrounding
green and blue and
warm.
then
yanked
and piled,
and squeezed into something new.
the past
a husk that’s left behind.
it grows older in the dark, then is
poured into the light.
now it marries other things,
it waits for
heat
or acid
glistening.
how dare we
refer to it
with merely letters,
call it by it’s full name,
goddamn it,
it’s earned it.


(olive oil)



NK 2009

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