December?

A Most Appetizing Repast

Dinner.

 I made it just for you.

After all these years, I still

Remember the way you like it.

But I’ve changed the recipe a little bit.

To give it delicate authentic flavour, you understand.

I added some truth to the vegetables,

So forgive me if they’re a bit tough

To swallow but take solace in the fact

That I grew them in a garden

Cultivated in the soil of my grief

And nurtured with the water of regret.

I got the meat from the butcher

Down the road, who swears that he

Treats the animals as well as you ever

Treated me. Then I seasoned the meat

with spite and the bitterness of sorrow.

I sautéed everything together in the

Remaining oil of your lies and the

Burgeoning heat of my anger.

It should be delicious. I made it

To remind you of our time together.

I expect that you will shed tears at

The fullness of the taste.

I imagine that no meal, even your last

Will ever invoke such sensation.

But I hope, with everything in me,

That you choke.

John White Alexander's A Meadow Flower

I had a lovely enough year but the truth is I'm really looking forward to the new year.

All my love,

Simone