“My pot is simply too crowded…”
She whined
“My hair is falling out
And I’m losing the feeling
In my good arm.
I think for the summer
We need a break.
I’m tired of soaking
And stewing in juices
With the carrots
And you.”
“Fair enough.”
I nodded
Not sure whether to smile
Or fall apart and cry…
No doubt about it
Her
I
And those tender carrots
Promised to be delicious
Once someone decided
To turn off the stove
Our meticulously planned recipe
Was simply trash now…
At least I’m still content
To die cold
Raw
And entirely alone
(Not everyone wants to be warm and well-done) |
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