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Recipe for a slow death
4 parts frustration
2 parts anger
a pinch of anxiety
a dash of hopelessness
throw in a handful of madness
season with despair
mix well
get a pan screaming hot
add ingredients
stir aggressively till the whole thing
starts to burn
and explodes all over the kitchen
It doesn't fucking matter
I can't eat it anyway
2 parts anger
a pinch of anxiety
a dash of hopelessness
throw in a handful of madness
season with despair
mix well
get a pan screaming hot
add ingredients
stir aggressively till the whole thing
starts to burn
and explodes all over the kitchen
It doesn't fucking matter
I can't eat it anyway
Published 28th Oct 2021
| Edited 29th Oct 2021
Author's Note
This is a poem about my difficulty eating after Esophageal Cancer...a chef with a house full of food, a family to feed and I am slowly starving to death
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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28th Oct 2021 9:30pm
Ha! This is brilliant. An avid chef myself in the ways of emotions.
I have many cookbooks!!!
No - we cant' eat it but we can tell it to move out!!!
Liked!!
I have many cookbooks!!!
No - we cant' eat it but we can tell it to move out!!!
Liked!!
29th Oct 2021 8:32pm
28th Oct 2021 11:46pm
glad to see you see your ink again Terry.
as usual it is powerful both in its impact and delivery.
as usual it is powerful both in its impact and delivery.
29th Oct 2021 8:33pm
28th Oct 2021 11:57pm
I enjoy the way TV cooking-monologues get played with--
"screaming hot," a great image in this context--
I ask myself, why a "dash of frustration"? or "season with frustration," with more despair or hopelessness?
Enjoyed!
"screaming hot," a great image in this context--
I ask myself, why a "dash of frustration"? or "season with frustration," with more despair or hopelessness?
Enjoyed!
29th Oct 2021 8:33pm
