curry
forgotten curry
settling in the back of
the cupboard slips its way
into my line of sight
and I prepare my chicken
with it.
Some mixed peppercorn,
a bit of garlic powder,
a dash of salt, and seasoned
flour.
a meal fit for a queen and
her party of fools
dances on my sensitive
tongue.
diced potatoes, steamed
broccoli, and filtered water
to wet my whistling lips.
I fall into the beauty
that is meal prep and
the dog stands guard at
the kitchen door, waiting
for dropped morsels.
there aren’t any.
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