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  • There's a bench in my kitchen, right next to the window sill where I keep the cookbooks. I sat there to eat my chowder during a thunderstorm tonight and made this found poem by picking two words from the cover or spine of each book on the shelf, because why not?

    apples bible cocktail
    easy greens
    sushi smoothies
    everything art collective
    enchanted sun-dried sessions
    joy of tomato seduction
    traveling tuna stand
    french tuttle picnics

    jam wok fast parties
    the essential barber
    bacon tart restaurant forest
    trotter tomatoes
    today's radish romance
    melted mixer by three lunches
    lover's extraordinary ramblings

    opera chocolate your mornings
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