As I pack my favourite cookware remember meals you thought were swell I fall into this sad reverie of broken-hearted hell… I will miss the fervor of your appetite for the food I pleased you with and cannot help but question was the whole thing but a myth… Did I just imagine you as my version of the fable the one in which I serve it all put that shit out on the table…? ~MyLa: undernourished, craving the new, craving more August, 06, 2016
Food For Thought…
06 Saturday Aug 2016
Posted Poetry, The 'L' Word
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