I want to feed her.
to cut
her meat. to boil her
potatoes.
to spin
her lettuce.
I want to season her,
dice her,
tenderize her.
I want to spread her
dough
for baking,
to drop a can of
peaches
into her pan.
I want to open the oven
and see her
rising.
to smell her spices
in the air.
I want to feed her.
then it's her turn.
it's only fair.
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