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ooey gooey quesadilla
yellow yellow cheese
strings from my mouth
strings from my mouth
ooey ooey gooey
gooey hot hot cheese
sweetheart some things
sweetheart some are
unmistakeably American
I am with strings
of drool hanging
from my mouth, lips
slightly parted, yellow
wide-eyed contact
white tortillas press
my face flat into
my face flat into
the griddle.
This poem is a part of my lunch poem series. During the month of December 2021, I will be reading poems by Frank O'Hara's Lunch Poems and writing some of my own. If you like this, check out my profile for more! And watch me read a poem by Frank:
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