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You open the door and into the wild you go.
All you can hear is noise,
Noise mad by fans and announcers.
Its a Thursday night and you came to eat all you can.
I see a man approaching me in gray, yellow, and white.
Mornings Truthfully Told
D.C. Gonzalez
If I told you truthfully what makes the tiles behind my lips show,
Cooking poetry and the words bubble over like soup
frothy broth sweeping the sides of the pot
Forced against a sweltering stone;
Bubbling, blistering, all alone,
Heat cauterizing liquid bone.
Exhales trapped breath and withers in;
Buttery smell soon to begin,
stacked atop its bretheren.
Burritos deliver satisfaction to my tummy
The ones from Taco Bell are super yummy
The tortillas made of flour
I can eat them every hour
With your beans, rice, sour cream and cheese
That fuzzy feeling when he smiles at me
The melting sensation of a Lindor Truffle
The hugs my friends give me when I’m crying
When I have to sneeze really bad, and then I do
Zipping through the water in a kayak