To begin, again, is like eating
Renewing our selves
A transformation of senses to energy
Subsistence.
The musky smell of cumin
Savory garlic
Strengthening my bones
Steadying my gaze
It was the spice of the cayenne
That rattled my lethargy
The texture of the meat that reminded me I had teeth
The aromas wafting
That led me to drift
And then run
Feeling the stickiness dribble down my chin
Hey! You're back, I can tell. And this makes me feel alive, and lustily hungry. I feel like you're going somewhere with this, somewhere I really like...
ReplyDeleteYES! i agree with amy. i love it. go crystal! i love it because it's visceral.
ReplyDeletegorgeous, girl. I think my favorite is "the texture of the meat that reminded me I had teeth" I think it's the repetition of the "t" which creating this rhythm.
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