ghee

Let us always cook in 

fat rolling bubbles of ghee,

put our faces down

close to the flame

and smell in sweet waves

our sustenance. 

Let us not worry about 

plump tumbling bellies

or over round arms

strangling drops of juice 

out of pomegranate seeds

and açaí berries. 

For now let us worry 

about the energy we need,

and what we will do with it

when we smelt it 

from what we desire inside the 

marrow of our bones.