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Saturday, December 15, 2012

The Sweet Death of Leftover Kung Pau

Picking through the remains of last night’s Szechuan
I am careful to avoid the sudden-death suicide
of the glistening red peppers

However, I do not run from the tearful sting
they bestow on each morsel that brushes alongside their fiery glow

Rather, I let the flames dance from tongue to throat to stomach
as did Sherman on his scorched earth march to the sea