lists, by maria E. kuntz
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Saverio,
walking into your house
is like finding someone
else’s grocery list:
no kiddie cereals,
ingredients only gen x’ers can pronounce,
exotic staples such as capers—
just because
they go well with scrambled eggs
(the same eggs you desire
to cook for the girl
who never stays for breakfast
because she is a woman
with her own list
for filling her cupboard
with cans having labels
you have never read.}
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Posted: 2007-07-26 23:58:43 UTC |
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2007-07-31 17:05:04 | Angel of Music |
well... this is interesting... I am not quite sure why you put the last part into () tho. |
2007-08-06 01:57:42 | maria E. kuntz |
i put the ( ) because this poem is one sentence long. mariaEkuntz |