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a poem by Beth BrowneDinner Out
portions of exquisite foods in bizarre combinations like cubes of roasted sweet potatoes with a bitter lacy lettuce. by the fluted white ramekin of chocolate and rosewater pots de crème with a dollop of cream on top. sweet and light and I want to put my tongue in the dish to fetch out the last taste of it. be unseemly in this upscale eatery so instead I suck my spoon watch the curve of your jaw and wait until we get home. |