Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Bouquet Garni

Over-easy, hash browns crisp, coffee:
bitter black liquid in ceramic.
A tall glass of concentrated California,
one part bourbon, the other orangeade -
her fried eggs, my diluted drink,
a culinary serenade.

i love you and i use a mortar and pestle on
whole black peppercorns and rock sea salt.
My heart a tightly tied bouquet garni,
(parsley, thyme, oregano);
my skin as white as dinner plates
my blood a red Bordeaux.

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