I don’t like the <br />X-rated jazz <br />as she chops <br />parsnips and <br />gazes at me <br />with her fat <br />freckles lookin’ <br />like she wants <br />to do everyone <br />at once: kinda <br />shy. Wanna <br />sit in her <br />soup?<br /><br />Steven Ralph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-close-up-of-her-face-cooking-it/
