He took his smoke unfiltered, milk unskimmed.
He liked his steaks marbled, fatback on mustard greens,
onions eaten like apples, split turnips dipped
into rock salt, hot-pepper vinegar on black beans.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Illiterate Progenitor @ The New Yorker
The rest of the poem by Mary Karr is interesting enough, but I think it could be cut down to this last ardently genuine stanza;
He took his smoke unfiltered, milk unskimmed.
He liked his steaks marbled, fatback on mustard greens,
onions eaten like apples, split turnips dipped
into rock salt, hot-pepper vinegar on black beans.
He took his smoke unfiltered, milk unskimmed.
He liked his steaks marbled, fatback on mustard greens,
onions eaten like apples, split turnips dipped
into rock salt, hot-pepper vinegar on black beans.
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