Double Char
read while the steak marinates
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetPublished about a year ago โข 1 min read

Bib & Tucker Bourbon
your recipes don't show up in my google searches
but I find them because I love you
when you tell me what to do
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squeeze the lemon, fresh juice
dice the onion, smaller pieces
it's too hot to touch
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wondering what men want
is not what you need when we
don't need anything together
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for fall we will drink bourbon
the barbecue doesn't ignite
I forgot my green bowl of cucumber
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sitting together on the couch, looking
the lilt of your speech, revealing what
you've not been able to say to me
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we find a way anyway & I watch the sunset
without you my sister asked what type of angel
you are I say you are my head angel we are friends.

Comments (1)
This felt all warm and comfortable. Nourishing - that's the word.