Where are the kitchens? Poem by Vlado Martek

Where are the kitchens?



Where are the kitchens?
Oh, I'm so sad
I miss big autumnal kitchens.
This is closer and closer to hunger
than to the twist in writing.
Know the hunger, oh reader
And read this flat writing.

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