Chef’s Ode to a Potluck

Prawns in that pot were the end of my luck
Over the threshold home to my crimson bowl
Tangy green I crawl out on my knees
Lurch savage to my bed what I ate pounds alive in my head
Under the covers I shoot a stink eye at my lover
Can’t control his RSVP frenzy
Kryptonite civilian potlucks

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