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I lash out at mother,She reclines at the far end of the sofa Her eyes are glued to the sweat and stale of a B-grade thriller.Yet her tongue is still laced, fiery and aware She fights backReminding me of all the times I failed in high school I rebut,Reminding herContinue Reading

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i get my saucepan readychop the washed onions & peppersuch clean tomatoes!i see my reflection in their gleaming skinsi chop them tooset the blender to 3and make a fleshly river.i place my saucepan atop mild flamepour coconut oilthen my mixtureit sizzles in the golden lightno spices now.i want it thickContinue Reading