my thoughts are varied in terms of positions
(like)
searching for married waters in arid conditions.
(or)
dancing in the pain when there’s an abundance of rain.
and
i’m not the best tomato cutter

sometimes not even a tomato lover
but!
i am a knife undercover :
a slice to entice a wide array of flavor
spirits are renewed, a palette to savor
except the recipe requests for an engraver
so:
peel back my skin like rumors uncovered
flesh going pale, then blushing like a lover
encountering the stage while the cutting board’s a rover
but facing the juice before it’s over
seasoned with the confidence of a composer
each scene a hypothesis // each bowl a disclosure
this kitchen subjection doesn’t need a witness just:
unexpected exposure