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Diary Entry 8:


January 29th: Based on Clara Peeter’s ‘Still Life with Cheeses’. In my dorm. 5:23. 5:42.


No lust was dished for dinner,
no blood was boiled to rise,
no goblets gushed of gluttony,
no lettuce leaked of lies.

No I, me, or my in the humble pie,
just tables served in kind,
nourishing the flourishing of
plates prepared in mind.

-A. Struthers