Hot

Hot as a fever

You boil on my heart

But I will take off your lid

And put out the flames

And wait while our stew cools down

My burns will heal

(Next time I’ll use hot pads)

And one day I will spoon

Your steaming memory

Into the mouth of my son

When someone has

Left him cold

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