14,279. NOW TO COME

NOW TO COME 

Now to come, have a homespun

meal, the kind with potatoes that

taste like silk. Sit ye down at

this crooked table and dine. We

can sit and talk together, or, if

you'd rather, ignoring me would

be no harm. I am self-satisfied

and could maintain myself, my

presence being faint enough to

border your invisible gleams.

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It's a tasty morsel I think about;

the way it goes down smoothly,

the sort of meat and gravy that's

only really read of in cookbooks

of might and wealth. Where

others do the cooking.

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My wine comes out of boxes. I

dream of drinking all night long.

I lap my tongue on the edge of 

the glass I am drinking from.