No one, no one tells us how to live correctly
With our hair upright - like it was shocked by lightning on a dark night when the moon shone in the sky
No one tells us to compare beloveds to nature - the trees, flowers, insects (we eat each other, and it's a form of subtlety)
A form of compassion
When we slowly chew each other, morsels, bit by bit
The longer we feel each tasty mouthful between our teeth the more it settles into our stomach, becoming part of us, our blood, bone marrow, and organs
That is how I want to know you
Inside me
Why can't we all digest each other this way?
Some of us are sour
Some sweet
Who's to say one is better?
Each day we desire different tones
Special sauces
Chipotle, Duck, Worcestershire
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