Tonight's Menu

 






I’m making roast beef tonight

A huge chunk of beef is being popped into my oven tonight

And now I have sex on my mind

I never buy beef…to cook…on my own

I don’t even know if this chunk of beef is meant to be the roasting kind

And am I roasting beef if I’ve put it in the oven on “bake”?

And what am I going to do with all this beef?!

I want to invite you over for dinner

Nothing formal…just needing assistance

In consuming this roasted baked beef

But I refuse to be the first to reach out

I’m working on giving space like I promised

Not offering my time and energy

When it is not sought out

And these onions are burning my eyes

And now I’m crying into the potatoes

And I miss you

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