Butter
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read
French women,
I plead for restraint.
My heart breaking
like crumbs of bread
falling away from your
knife
as you push a layer
of triple cream brie
into my open pores.
Poem number 2 for day 18. You get a freebie on me Elizabeth Helmich. I kind of want a reply to this. What say you, Elizabeth?
