Finding
a favorite recipe
There
were lots of clues I never noticed.
Imaging
myself responsible
stomach
a marvel of flat landscaping
Heart
covered by two protruding hills
Cranberry
lips
a love
letter to an old flame
including
the line “Help me”
couldn’t
print a bibliography into my eyes
as I
found ten metaphors
dead
eyes couldn’t find my face
In an
elaborate smile
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