meat cheese spice bread crunch rustle hot in my hand, foil, pickled onions bright

Harmon’s BBQ

crusty, smoky veil; slow seduction, quickly bit tooth to nail to bone

Bistro du Midi

ribbons of pleasure, woven through the tiara of ev’ry princess


pork-stained fingertips, tracing the slathered urban plight, hot off the press


wield your modesty in more than arugula, than porkfat, than brine