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Foodexpand_moreChase Twichell
This would not be a wooing meal. I was cooking my man into submission.
Take this man, Stepan. His deep mellow voice soars in my heart.
The people flocked to witness the execution of Ja’afar and his kinsmen.
No parent has yet been born who can save a child from childhood.
It is right that tears fall for something small and forgotten. And I would never scold the onion for causing tears.
Let’s walk down to the river, bless the paper boats and turn it all into wine.
My mother is queen of buttons. She shows off the prized ones.
I tell my sister what I didn’t tell my father, I love you. Please, don’t die.
My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.
My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.
A simple line of raging wet nearby, how as a kid I pictured the Nile.
The waves of laughters breach an inlet of cumulus and I’m excited.
After you have read all you possibly can there may be a few lines left.
It is the one day that is purely American. Yes, a day of celebration.
Turns out my body’s a dollar sweet potato, her screen said.
ursula says she’s seen everyone she loves in an apple, save herself.
Today the game was to try to catch one of the cats in a pillowcase.
Someone seems to have made an excellent age-specific insight.
Her city, but no cats. Specks of color, no cloth.
The war was about to begin, and the four boys were
in charge.
While they stand in line Robin leans into his chest. They don't talk.
It’s like his bottom half is not man but a strong horse.
There isn’t a nice Jewish boy in sight—not that I’m looking for one.
I make a point of smelling the lilac every day that first week in May.
No one was awake and I was hungover young as clean as a piano.
You and the cat wish I were baking pumpkin pie and we were happier.
You slouched on the couch, naked, in front of the air conditioner.
