Please stop sitting me at white cloth tables Where two faced menus Hide green beans in haricot vert labels My pride is not fed by fine caviar But by wedding cakes And handfuls of leftover candy hearts no. let me be the owner of a Michelin star restaurant. we’ll serve pb&js & half burnt homestyle …

My book worm, early rising Toasted peanut butter sandwich To solve her morning famish Snoring like an apache helicopter Hugs from frail bones Unceasingly sweet A wrinkle for each smile Five hour trips to farms, fields, family Far away from Fazolis and Cheesecake Factorys Irrevocable memories …