Bringing food like a
scurrying ant in the
soil.
You are my
best friend, you cut time
and make my food
for me.
Electric field –
a magnetic ray
inside your womb.
Those beautiful
bold edges.
Miss. Microwave, you’ve
kept me going strong.
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I would like to translate this poem
come back my sweet raspberry tart - - you're going to miss my birthday! ! ~ sjg