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Saturday, August 9, 2008

trying not to stew in this warm
pot
I've been placed in
and I'm cut up like the carrots and onions
and trying not to tear

the pot rattles
with the passing train
and the whistle sounds
to signify a time and place

but I'm not quite done
staring at this speckled pot
through the holes
and your a little out of reach
on the counter
by the peas
to know if you're
seasoning sweet

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I want to be tipped over
just ladle me out
the temperature on the stove has gotten colder
they've abandoned the house


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