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Back Burner

Low…medium….hot…. I’m boiling

Danger on the stove

Smoke so thick

You can’t control it

Careful creeping close

Be forewarned of combustion

You plus me

 Equals your self-destruction

As the steam hits your skin

Closer than your next of kin

Separate you by the grain

Like my name was Uncle Ben

At best just a misfit,

General run of the Mill Bisquick

Pancake, spatula

Flipped, it’s over

Ruckus on the stove

Move it to the back burner

Comments (2)

  1. Debra Harleaux Swisher

    This one made me shout for joy…your superb metaphorical talent shines show brightly, once again!! You are an awesome poet!!!

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