21 September 2011


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. 

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