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September 18, 2023

Give me that secret sauce

By Nolcha Fox

Give me that secret sauce

to a heart attack,
that greasy, salty
hunk of heaven.
Oh, lowly worker,
be my savior.
Bring me a box,
a bag, a promise
of fries, of fat.
Hand me my
happiness, my hope.
I park close to
your neon church,
engine idling, bask
in the tanning bed
glow of your lights.
Secret sauce, kiss
my lips, dribble
into darkness,
baptize me.

Article © Nolcha Fox. All rights reserved.
Published on 2023-04-10
Image(s) are public domain.
1 Reader Comments
Sarah Erman
11:13:50 AM
What a sensual, religious expression of yearning!
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