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[claire_writes]

I fall in love
five times
a day-
he said.
with every beautiful woman
I lay eyes on-
no you don't
she replied
love is like a
hot meal
in a barren winter
you get close
to the cabin
where beans and potatoes
are swelling with
nurture-
and five times
a day
you scratch the
white frosted window
and see the pasta purring
you hear your
belly gnarl
and your eyes
glow a little-
but only once
maybe twice
a season
do you get
to go inside
and let the
steam rise through
the thorny thicket
of your ravenous
body.