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  • Gary Hunter

Peanut Butter - Dec. 20, 2021

that flavor of the earth

I can’t describe

but try with a foot-drag

of my tongue over

the brown goo

nothing comes to mind

so another dash across

the muck in the spoon

brings a deeper knowing

in the saliva that mixes

metaphors with desire

but no words I lick

every streaky trail left

on the metal basin

to a spotless finish

so clean I see my face

staring back at me

needing a moment

to bring my eyes back

from their glazed oblivion


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