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What I Wish You Knew: “Your writing is about me”

I read your latest cookery book — and I know thinking about me makes your soufflé rise…

DALL-E & author — the man is thinking about my hair while making those bread plaits

You pretend you are writing about your culinary skills and the delights you produce, but I know you’re writing about me…

That slow simmer. The dash of spice.

That line about how “a little heat never hurt anyone.” Please. I see right through you.

I read your latest cookery book — and thinking about me makes your soufflé rise…

You write about kneading dough, but it’s my buttocks you’re really thinking of.

You say, “let it rest” — but we both know it’s me you want to lie down with.

And that rich, layered tiramisu. Soft in the middle, strong of flavour… it's calling out my name.

Each paragraph you write — every recipe — whispers something else —

• that you want me
• that you miss me
• that you’re still trying to make sense of what happened between us

And you are doing all this one page at a time.