Bon AppétitA Poem by Victoria W.A restaurant in Maine has a magnetic strip that is mounted to the wall in front of bar-style seating. There are magnets scrambled all over the strip that have words printed on them. I created this.
Desire does not taste sweet.
It is repulsive and bitter. Like robust soup, Hot and frantic. Devour down that boiling, onion endive. © 2017 Victoria W.Author's Note
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