he must be full by now

he must be full by now

Stuart Buck

once her daughter had called her beautiful so she wore it like silk

with a smile of clarified butter that smokes in the pan

the second before the heady pits of cumin, mustard

and cardamom hit the tarnished copper,

release their muddy fragrances in to the kitchen that now

is made up of the man who took her ocean away

every surface a split lip smile, windows flecked with spittle

drawers full of teeth like barbs, curtains of skin

and oh god he will not stop eating though he must be full by now

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Stuart Buck is a poet and author living in north Wales. His debut collection of poetry, 'Casually Discussing the Infinite', peaked at 89 on Amazons World Poetry chart and his second book 'Become Something Frail' will be released from Selcouth Station Press in 2019. When he is not writing or reading poetry, he likes to cook, juggle and listen to music. He suffers terribly from tsundoku - the art of buying copious amounts of books that he will never read