Soul Food

every night I come home

and I write poetry

as if

it was supper

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i chop up stanzas

season them

with metaphors

and similes

sauté them

let them sizzle

then toss them

on a fresh bed of paper

and serve myself some

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Sometimes it tastes good

sometimes it doesn’t

But it always

fills me up

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