have a bite, stranger:
take, eat, this is my heart.
and i’m cooking it up hot
for everyone i meet, for people
whose names i will never learn.
devour it and leave me
with an empty plate
dusted only with lonely crumbs.
you may politely decline,
but only the requisite once.
take more, please, and know this:
i simply won’t have it
any other way.
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