Three Square Meals Poem by Abraham de la Torre
Three Square Meals
i. breakfast
stirring
i feel the familiar
velvet
of your skin
opening up
to meet
my morning
ii. lunch
i pause
to have a second helping
of your cauliflower
casserole
the table
napkins
our soiled skins
iii. supper
i dip
my delight
into your
demitasse
and
stir
it scalds
like steam
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