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food sonnet

1 min lectură·16 martie 2005

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Would you think I am hungry if I ate your black eyes

Would you serve them to me on a bed of crushed ice

(beluga caviar) lemon, butter and spites

Would you throw in your heart and give me a spoon

Or would you just hold my hand while we gaze at the moon

Should I throw yesterday’s rotten apple away? I was not quite a hunter, nor even a pray

Should I stop feeling nauseous before I feel dead

I’d rather indulge in your lashes instead

Are they sweet are they sour or bitter or dumb

Just make it a double I won’t leave a crumb

Can I stop being fair and trade my worm for a snake

How much lust can I bear, how much love can I make?

But cravings live little and I may not care at all for deserts

Just tell me who it is that irons your shirts

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irina serban. “food sonnet.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/irina-serban/poezie/110891/food-sonnet

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