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.
Closet Vegetarian
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=
visual adapted from image at – https://time.com/5669532/family-meal-breakfast/
very nice, xo