bronzeage
I am a river to my people
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Grease
Grease steals in like a lover
over the body of my oven.
Grease kisses the knobs
of my stove.
Grease plays with the small
hands of my spoons.
Grease caresses the skin
of my table-cloth,
getting into every crease.
Grease reassures me that life
is naturally sticky.
Grease is obviously having an affair with me.
Is this bacon grease? If it is, that's hot.