Tell me things
Like why there are so many different kinds of rice.
Coax me out of these foxholes I've made,
Crumb by crumb,
And laugh at me in the helpful way.
Always, part of me does not consent.
Bring me back some Riesling
And have it with strawberries.
We can dance when you come here.
We can revel in food and in iambs.
We can pretend and pretend and pretend.
Tell me I am beautiful and absurd.
Tell me Plato. Tell me we are
Philosopher kings, you and I.
Tell me you and I.
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