Hot Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

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Hot

What a word, meaningful, meaningless
This is just a sample.

Chicken legs, all chilies that was left
Two full palms brown peas; split

Additive for more taste,
The red paste
(Tomato)

Boiled and boiled
Further boiled
It is hot.

Hot of heat
Hot as gets with chillies
Hot also as deli; with insects.
They had nest in the jar; and unseen.
Afterwards, provide proteins.
Sure waste is the shame.
I must eat.

Back to ‘hot’, and sweat
For which hot my mouth burns?
Ouch my tongue.
That also.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: cooking
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