the cauldron used to simmer
to satiate your hunger

scintillating sinuous smoke
rising from the cavernous heated underbelly

bursts of aroma-filled,
flava-ful insouciant steam
rising circuitously
from the depths of the bottomless pit

well oiled,
no residual stickiness
at pan's bottom:
cumin,
the final flavorful season
merging with dashes and pinches…
sautéed,
until he gorged on what was
once your passion's food
eating all reminders of your burnt
and wasted energy…

now, cries of satiated satisfaction emerge
when engorged stomachs are
rubbed...,
full and resplendent
with contentment’s nourishment,
lip smacking appreciative sighs
aimed at the
chef extraordinaire.

no leftovers for you.

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'Fro