Butter up those onions.
You think flavor sticks
to your ribs without it?
I’ve cooked for ten thousand men
at once, four days a week.
You can’t tell me I don’t know
how to handle my kitchen.
I was flipping pancakes
before your daddy even gave up
his action figures, sport.
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Author: Aidan Badinger
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I am a poet.
I write poems.
Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.
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