What’s a weak poem? A winter sun?
The desire to say something can be huge. The desire to be heard, immense.
Cooking is an activity to satisfy a desired taste. This kind of desire is rarely wishy-washy. Shrimp with pomegranate seeds. Hot and sour soup. Lamb with peanut sauce. Blueberry pancakes. Disparate but certain.
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avenue
hot hot a sidewalk stand with
studded buttons on the side
and silk to come back to --
how 'bout flan, cold on the backdoor stoop
so wishful of the summer