The Recipe
The Recipe
AGE 19 - Rural New York
Tell me, insofar
as you eat caviar,
do you follow a brick road
or winding north star
to where cotton-tooth clowns
dwell in flickering towns,
and sit — waiting
for what they deserve?
The recipe’s mine
that I season with thyme,
and I stuff into memory’s
closet or drawer,
to consider no more
as it settles with time.
Add a sprinkle of lime,
and it’s ready to serve!
Brilliant, Rafa! Looking forward to the next ones ☺️
Not me reading this like a weird little menu from a dream kitchen and going, yes sure, add lime, whyyy nottt~ I have no idea what the cotton-tooth clowns are cooking, but I trust the chaos enough to take one bite. Memory closet, thyme, suspicious garnish… fine, chef.