Flour's In Her Hair Poem by Chuy Amante
Flour's In Her Hair
Chill in the air
flour's in her hair
keeping the kitchen buzy
never bitchin cuz me,
feedin me
fate
on a warm plate
danxing the war dance
like a woman does
then we sit in the pans
of the grand balance
and wink across the fulcrum
speaking of that,
let me go dump out the toaster
poster
child
flour is always in your hair
perfectly
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: baking,friendship,love
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5/2/2024 5:19:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Clever title. I thought this poem was going to be about Flowers in her hair, but you had it right the whole time, Noah, Buddy!