bacon, leaving fat
mushrooms and spinach take it
eggs, bleu cheese, om'let
an embrace of lips
somehow describes this parcel
chocolate, foil, flag
a year past the date
Campbell's chicken and stars soup
Here's hoping I live
Stolen, well, kind of
from a dish of "free" choc'late
milky way dark, twix
ah, soft-baked oatmeal
too large to be just a snack
mini-meal of my heart
sandwich as present
half a cuban, left over
motainai
someone else's gift
sweet edible souvenir
peanuts and brittle
a bowl of white rice
meditative, simple, pure
pepper topped finish
tastes of future food
stolen fresh from the hearth's heat
nicked from cutting boards
bottles of water
bottles and bottles of water
cold, warm, tepid, chugged
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