The perfect recipe

1/4 cup of sugar, granulated

2 teaspoons of appetite, of desire, of wanting it, of needing it to satisfy the hunger

1 tablespoon of modesty

1 1/2 sticks of butter, unsalted with flakes of humbleness, of bringing you back to unprecedented reality, of grounding you again

1 ounce of respect

3/4 cup of decency

a pinch of pure affection, unaltered

the czar of dictating a minute portion, tainting the entire pan

tyrannizing my emotions and pushing them to alleyways lined with grime-covered brick walls, avoiding the infestation of one-toothed rats

squandering any outside admiration

accepting all forms of flattery, verbal praise required

garnering whipped hatred with a loathsome crystallized surface

sharing the heavy heart

covering the edges with a frothy version of anger, liquidized to prevent overheating

        thank the deities for you, my oasis of comfort, my refuge in the horoscopes for providing the caramelized middle - sweet with unlimited tenderness

my dish would fall apart, crumble to pieces without the center...

        it would turn to shattered bits of broken glass with empty beer bottles, pungent with the odor of refuse

        sprinkled with a light layer of tears, saddened with past emotion, infused with the immobility of doubt, unable to move forward without you, my only salvation

serving size for eight. 

Author's Note

does the transition into the next section (the "thank the deities" part) work well? or is it too abrupt?