November 2011
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W. W. Norton: Feast →
wwnorton:
—Let me taste the kitchen in your skin.
Now that company’s gone & the kids are tucked in, let the real feasting begin.
Let me lay you out on the bed like a spread of bone
china.—Yes, I want a piece of you. Yes, I do.
Give me your garlic, and the sting of your pepper.
The plenty of…