
Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
"Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity? I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner"
August 28, 2004 12:19 AM
Hungry
This is how
your tables turn
A week ago
I was driving
all over the west side
to find a market
that stocked plantains
so I could serve you
an authentic Cuban meal
Today I wait
to see what venom
you will pump
into my veins
I guess caring makes me
vulnerable
and impervious
as well
I know
the deeper you sting me
the more
you treasured that meal
You’ll never make one
of me
again
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