In a name

I read it in a book      bubble&squeak
they ate it                   I wanted it

 

how could you not want bubble
on your tongue         to chew squeak

 

my mother gave me a look and gravy
on Sunday veg         fried up on Monday

 

she never said as she dished up
this is it you fool       I grew out of stories

 

with hard boiled eggs and lashings
of whatever there were lashings of

 

I never tasted their other life
though I’d been eating it the whole time

 

today I learned that Bengal candles are sparklers
maybe it’s time to meet a tiger in the fire

 

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About Jan Dean

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