Come to me she whispers But what about the potatoes
Fingers that taste like butter sweet then sickening Excuse me,
A sickness rushing A tightening of throat An alarm going off
oven is pre-heated Put the coated potatoes into the oven
The wave of heat remembering Once a quickening of the heart
Seems like just the other day Like any ordinary day then a kid
Been at this at it for a decade What comes in tens? Not eggs
Holy shit