I'm taking

stirring the pot.
Putting rice in first,

then adding veggies when they’ve fluffed.

UNBURYING tenderness in myself,
in my chest.

I dig and dig,
but so much is like vomit. So much is like heart ache.

So much tastes like bone broth from the weakest human.

5/22/2020

PoetryRiley Welch