I'm not the brown sugar



I wasn't planning on writing this for you.

In fact, it was taking everything in me not to write this for you.

It's just.

It's like I am the vegetables. And you pulled me from the ground. From my roots. From everything I've ever known. You washed me and polished me and I looked beautiful sitting in the porcelain bowl on the dinning room table. 

You made soup. Chicken soup. Boiled it to molasses. Thick like July. Vein pulse #9. No vegetables in this chicken soup. 

But lots of honey.
And lots of brown sugar.
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6 comments:

  1. UnknownFebruary 2, 2015 at 1:43 PM

    Tara I fucking love this.

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  2. AndraLeeFebruary 2, 2015 at 6:08 PM

    that entire part about being vegetables. wow.

    so good.

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  3. Baylee DodgeFebruary 2, 2015 at 8:50 PM

    "And you pulled me from the ground. From my roots."

    I get it.

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  4. Reagan CurtisFebruary 3, 2015 at 7:59 AM

    Hey. I like seeing you when you come see me at work. And I like your poetry always and forever. Actually I absolutely love your words.

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  5. sydni February 3, 2015 at 2:26 PM

    obsessed

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  6. Sam FrazierFebruary 3, 2015 at 7:50 PM

    this was even better when you read it out loud

    WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD

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