by m0te

Stone soup
give my belly something sweet
yams and calabashes
Mongo salad
falafel fryer worn as an earring over 40 days of
Moveable Feast.
Passion fruit
Leap of faith
off the scale

Something from the tree I would offer you
but for courtesy
Missing you in my belly
afraid to take a bit of byte

Meils of grain turn to sand
Ashes to ashes,” a girl smiles
under the NO SMOKING sign

Absynth and bittersweet
slow cooked like desert rain
free reign
dessert trays
dust in the beginning
dust in the end

Someone bring the check!

m0te lives in the West Bank, loves to cook, write poetry, and doesn’t want pen pals.
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