a thing (7)

I want to feed
I put things inside me 

not just toast

buttered toast

generously buttered toast

not just tea

elaichi

cow's milk 

jagg er y

I touch my face and 

feel my cheeks

cool, flesh

I touch my stomach

I say thank you for holding

so much thank you 

I'm sorry for what I have said

thought 

I eat the dates and nuts and 

mix in the appalam and add

the ghee to the

rasam with all the potato fry

the devastation of death 

brings into sharp contrast

the privilege of life 

it says 

don't be a dick