Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Treasure of the South

Piping hot, crispy skin
Greasy like the bottom of a car
My mouth waters as the smell
Pulls me closer and closer

My nose is now a magnet
Attracted to the aroma
I follow it
Like a mouse does the smell of cheese

I reach my destination
The kitchen, where my treasure awaits
It sits on its throne majestically
And I am overcome

Overcome with an emotion
So strong that I cannot
Hold it inside
Even though I try

That feeling, however
Is not one of sadness
Or anger, or even remorse
No.  The emotion is...

Hunger
I take it off of its throne
And devour it
Like a lion devours a gazelle

Piping hot, crispy skin
Greasy like the bottom of a car
My lips are like wax paper
As I finish my fried chicken

- Paakweisi

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