We are a collection
Of the parts of the people
Who have fed us and loved us before.I eat pork ramen, and not chicken
Because my old roommate
Always made it for meWhen I boil my mashed potatoes,
I always throw a garlic clove in it
Because that's how my
Father taught me to cook.My cookbook and my mind
Are simply pieces of the people
Who have loved me
Through the years08/30/23
YOU ARE READING
[ p o e t r y 2]
PoetryVolume II of my life's poetry work As with my first volume, these poems contain snippets of my life and my strongest emotions. Here I have opened my soul up to be read.