Butter And Salt, For The Record Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Butter And Salt, For The Record



Rice takes far too long to cook.
Here I sit fabricating thoughts
To try to put down cohesively.
Awaiting the pleasant abdominal warmth.
Milk, butter, and sugar?
Butter and salt?
Soy sauce?
I sip my pineapple Jarritos
And think of the combinations.

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