One pot wonder.

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Upon a Formica table,
We sit across from each other.
I chose the dinner music,
And you’d prepared the
S….l….o….w…
Cooker.

I wish I had
That discipline

in

any given area or aspect of my life as you had marinated and spiced,

that
7 hour plated and consumed dream.

I played Comptine D’un Autre e’te
to accompany Tiersons’ adagios at ease….
I’m pleased with how I feel…
and how you’ve made me feel.

A meal heals a remarkably broken heart.

I Thank You…
For giving me warmth,
A knife and fork
And for letting me
in.

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