I don’t know ingredients I don’t know recipe
I
know name but that’s nothing
for
me it’s flavor and hue
texture
and fragrance
something
that comes wrapped
comes
cupped and frilled
as
after-taste consolation
or
flavor-eraser
those
little tidbits
that
cure miseries
remove
tumors
of
nights and days
the
unrepeatable delicacies
that
come and go
or
never visit,
and
an eminent reason to smile
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