Banquet short poem

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For a knife, sharp is best, a good friend
a valuable tool in your preparations

epitome of confidence, hacker of haunches
an extension of the hand and of the will

however it keeps you at a remove, though
those precise incisions carve an entertaining face

to get at the guts of a pumpkin you need to get
up close, personal. you can turn back your sleeves

use a spoon but you’ll still stain your knuckles
feel the juddering dig of the edge on hard rind so

why not dig in deep, squish the flesh, feel
seeds slip across your skin? garlic too

carry the gift of pungent musk on your hands
let everyone know your passion,

crush the cloves with your plump palm, squeeze
lemons, feel the sticky juice fill the fissures

maybe even sting your cuticles while you scrape
the skin for the acidic zest. knead the dough,

shake loose the yolk from the albumen, slide
the tip of your thumb up the valley of the pod

and flick out the peas one by one. massage
the good and tender meat marinated long hours

warm it with your fingertips a feast for every
sense waiting the ardent sting of the grill to live

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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