the particular sadness of lemon cake...

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was a strange book,
an extraordinary book,
a book that gave me heavy boots,
a book that made me sad but
i'm glad to have read it.

check it out.
there is a girl who can taste people's feelings in the food that they cook for her.
there is a mysterious brother, and a love that cannot be.
a mother and father with secrets of their own.
it pulls on your heart.



i wrote a found poem using aimee bender's words:

with such elongated emphasis

he whispered to me that the chair was his favorite.

he ate the whole meal with his eyes closed.

he said

my eyelids are my own private cave

you know you can’t remove your mouth,

everybody loves you and wants to take you home.

i wanted to erase them all;

dignity is no detail.

the house smelled of roasted pine nuts

it was probably eight o’clock

congratulations, I said.

joe’s missing.