world of escape
found with taste of native tongue
were they even trapped?

you demand rigor
i serve it up, fully cooked
and yet, i get baked

i prefer full bites
not watered-down salt swallows
burnt ineptitude

i’d make an omelette
or black brownies you’ve turned down
but why waste the taste?

full on tongue, this love
so salt-sweet you’d live for it
as i do for them

but, let’s have plain eggs.
brownies too dark for breakfast?
how fast you break me