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What can I say, I write about food! ;-)
You haven’t danced
until you have Charlie horses in both legs
your face is permanent pink,
and it takes days to recover.
I like raw, unchecked release
on the dance floor. Lose your inhibitions!
I like firm grapes
and crisp apples.
They get stuck in my braces.
I like dark, rich, molten chocolate
the taste that clings to your mouth
long after the food is gone.
I like watching sunnyside up eggs
cook under clear glass cover, sliding off the pan
and onto the bread, topped with cheese-
my protein boost.
I like sinking my teeth
into it, feeling creamy yolk
break on my tongue.
I like when my Mom used to braid my still-wet hair
so it would wave in the morning.
I like holidays,
and the frenzied house cleaning .
I like it when I get to use the bread maker with Dad,
because the fresh, doughy smell soothes
I like walks in Frick Park with Max
touching the soft green moss,
tripping over rocks,
sticking our hands in the hole in the tree
to see if anyone left any money.
I like the huge oak tree by the white picket fence
when the sun bounces off the green leaves, turning them gold.
I like propelling myself up in the air
to fall down again on the red, spongy trampoline.
Pinking the leaves off our concord grapevine
and stuffing them with rice and spices
for a Mediterranean dinner.
I like it when our fat bunnies put their little paws
into my lap, grunting for their nightly banana.
I like it after Lana cleans;
the banisters are slick with oil
my bed is made,
and my room smells like a fruity cleanser.
She always turns the heat down to 69,
and I shiver until she leaves.
I like laying by the vent under the kitchen cabinets
on a winters day.
I like dozing as the hot air
warms my skin.
I like soaking in scalding bath water for hours,
letting the water run.
I like wrapping myself in a downy black coat,
backpack slung over shoulder,
walking to the bus stop in the chilled air.
I like those mornings
with coffee (skim and Splenda)
in an insulated paper cup
warming my hands
while I wait.