This is dedicated to my Grandmothers,
those living and on high.
A Poem
i need a roasted poem
tender
like Grandma's
Sunday stuffed chicken
done to the bone
...tan and crunchy
as Georgia peanuts
hot in hand
busting brown nutty smells
Roast a poem
over sizzling stars
of lovers melting
an evening to dripping drops
and fashioning rainbows
from meteorite's blazing trail
i need a roasted poem
to spiral against chilling isolation
and cut the alone of cold falling nights
Serve the smoking poem
when midnight mounts the horizon
and Mr. Moon croons
Baby's baby blues tune
Roast me a poem
busting brown nutty smells
done to the bone.
Written by Jallelah Karriem
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