One Day

Kwame Sound Daniels
I love you like food. I keep myself from you,
take the heat, leave you bare.
I deny you your baking. I put you in a pan instead.
How many times have you gone hungry?
When does the ache in your belly subside?
One day, I will love you like a meal.
I will love you like holding a spoon to your mouth.
I will love you like bread and cheese, like the sweet pop
of white grapes between teeth, like harissa on potato.
I will love you like setting a pot of pulao on the table.
Like a serving spoon knocking against the rim of a bowl.
One day, when we look in a mirror,
we will see a self that needs to be fed.
One day, we will be our own home.
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