
Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
Yes, there is a faint sense of cannibalism.
November 15, 2006 08:46 PM
airtight
honey
these are lean times
and we're all starving
for something to fill us up
something that tastes sweet
something that reminds us
of summer
those parts of you
that are tucked away
like jars in a basement
packed with peaches
in syrup
i want to
find those jars
open them up
see what you've been saving
for winter
it's cold
and i'm hungry
come on
whaddya say?
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