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Date By Tom Meek (2008) |
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Peas, capers, diced carrots and white sinewy flesh,
it looks like chicken pot pie. Red wine, no trace of the white or the
martini, just the pate of a green olive and a pimento’s red tail. Duck pâté.
I see it all. Couscous, rosemary and crème brûlée,
you fed me well. All I did was sit there and gorge, you in your floral dress,
me in my seersucker. This was to be the night I got to know you, but I was a
pig and took it all, even you. Vomit. |
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