peppered love feast
Eye's beginning to bulgeshe turns ,
'I've already told you',
her crammed mouth,
spitting out specks of self-adulation
'I adore my food'
Nutritious stages of decay
lay the table for her next meal
Feistily she swallows ,
as I prepare her second dish
'Miracles are just a combination of predetermined coincidences ?', I suggest.
At this stage she is grunting
which determines my choice .
What a coincidence
that her violent allergic reaction
should start then.
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