Wrapped up in the thought of him like a roti,
(but a veggie roti though, cuz I still refuse to eat meat),
Safran for a midday sun and
Breezes collecting the scents of spices,
Intices my tastebuds,
but stingin' meh nose
(because I'm still alergic to masala).
I had a whole one today.
Make-up for breakfast this morning,
Wake-up round lunch time,
With a yellow-bellied bird bawling,
And the north-east trades calling
out the one-fifth east-indian in me.
Saturday was just meant for curry.
Curry was just meant for a Saturday.
-Arielle John copyright 2008
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