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i stumbled home through
a lemon grove
in flames,

heard the screams and
breathed the fever
sleepwalking
through

a dream that began
as childhood tear
shed over some
cold, stale
dinner,

at table with other
sinners, self-
anointed

saviors devoted to
curbing youth’s
enthusiasm

for life’s bolder
textures and
flavors..

+++++

i love you but still
despise fried
onions..

and that leather
strap you call
cooked
liver.

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visual adapted from image at – https://time.com/5669532/family-meal-breakfast/