“The dinner was prepared beautifully, as usual;
you could almost taste the tears
and they tasted like kisses, no they tasted better: like
first kisses taste when regurgitated in daydreams”
Begins a beautifully rendered domestic dinner situation by Elliott Kime in the Second Page. Grab a copy here to read the rest of the poem.
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