Darren C. Demaree
Emily as I prepare the Meal-Kit Super Smashed Burgers
I only concentrate on her dark hair some days. There is no better recipe. I can fuck up the simplest meal when she comes in draped in the dry waves she was given the day she was born. It’s the only tide that matters to me. Time, the ocean, a potato bun sliding off the buttered pan & on to the floor, they are consequences of a world where Emily was given such a temporary body.
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