Day in, day out:
Eggs, flatbread, olive oil,
fish

O, yellow saffron!
Gold-crowned spice

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Meal across town,
dark night air,

I may need
some kind of salad-y thing too

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Fresh-baked loaf,

             sardine,
             salt: Fine? Coarse?
What difference does it
make?

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Picnic basket full, brimming
             , olive,
fig, pomegranate, bergamot orange,

chestnuts, though Atthis, my love,
scorns them, claims an “allergy”

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More pots!
             smashed,
smashed, smashed, smashed!
All my pots: smashed

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Breakfast: Fruit, bread,
wine to dip bread,
wine to drink,
back-up wine

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Sweet honey cakes,

Herbs to cure Atthis, ill,
puked all over the good pillows,
her allergy as real as
rosy-fingered Dawn.

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Aphrodite smile on these
              plums,
let them ripen, before
I forget I bought them

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Something to clean up
spilled breakfast wine.
Foolish

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Sausage, oak acorns
radishes, turnips, and carrots,

are these bad foods,
for a new lover (gassy)?

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Asparagus, celery, fennel,
garlic, onion, and herbed

                    how dare you
say my soups are bland?

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Perfumed body oils, sage, mint, and
squid, cuttlefish, prawns, crayfish

Sappho: careful, and place them
in separate baskets

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Need more peas —
Atthis threw them away,
scattering like stars.

She yells,
no one likes mashed peas!

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Rabbit, cooked —
And fast! To salvage
this nightmare dinner
with my boss

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Ink, more papyrus—
too many grocery lists