Put It Back

I eat poetry for breakfast

I eat poetry for lunch

 I eat poetry for dinner

it make a great snack

I keep it in the refrigerator

I keep it up high on the shelf

adicted to the expression

of authentic soulful cuisine

it's a side dish that goes

with everything it's like eating

ice cream outside in the rain

it's letting a wound breathe

because coverng it up with

 a band aid won't help the pain

like holding on to a memory

to remember things like 

go in the kitchen take the chicken

out the icebox to thaw out

I didn't do that and for that

 I got knocked out wasn't my

fault I forgot to do that

it was wrong to do that to me

the bright side of why I

enjoy poetry is all the dark

places I been and the

forgiveness I do not fail

to give to her as long as I live