set my white jewish tongue
all aflame,
sometimes not
well today, it was hot--
she was busy
and forgot
that the flat fried plantains
surrounding green pepper slices,
tomatos,
cheese,
onions,
mayo,
and spices, spices,
spices were going
my pale way
so as i write this i sip
vanilla and plain kefir
like i drink vanilla lassi
while eating
dosas
o those dosas!
on devon.
i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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