Strip Loin with Fingerling Potatoes
I want to be angry enough.
I want thunder and hurricanes,
shrieks, quakes, mayhem. I want to be
worse than Medusa, worse
than anything you can think of.
A monster, you'll say, cowering.
My best friend and I are in this
together. He has strong jaws and
teeth and chooses when to use them.
I tell him about hunger, rage,
the things he's suspected, and will
teach him when the time is right.
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