He comes upon me
\nhalfway between dark and light
\nand stirs the stew
\nbringing up tasty morsels
\npotato onion carrot celery
\nand rotten stinking beef<\/p>\n
I can’t understand
\nthe putrefaction;
\nI cook with only
\nthe finest roots
\nand rotting stinking beef<\/p>\n
I put the stew on to simmer
\nand settle with a good
\nblank page
\nwords come in:
\nsavory rosemary ginger
\nsalt pepper curries
\nI return to stir, season
\nand add rotting stinking beef<\/p>\n
He’s here to taste
\nmy very best
\nand heartbroken,
\nI don’t get it:<\/p>\n
he says it’s the rotten,
\nstinking beef.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He comes upon me halfway between dark and light and stirs the stew bringing up tasty morsels potato onion carrot celery and rotten stinking beef I can’t understand the putrefaction; I cook with only the finest roots and rotting stinking … Continue reading