11 October, 2016

If I Invite You for Soup

It is solid work
to grow space
for the New
for all of you

there isn’t any water
and no talking
but to the Dead

I put cinnamon
in almost everything
will have to remember, too

Sometimes, it gets cold
I get cold
I want the New now
I can’t apologize for time spent

Yes I remember
all the steps
I remember euphoria
I know how much salt it calls for

Collected stones
under many seas
boil carefully,
children’s leftover wonders

But all of you
have already eaten
I wish I could grow faster
And keep my monsters better fed

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