Most read ▸Dave BontaGastricmy stomach desiring more continues to have more moth to light we come to take it all upRead the poemLearn by heart
CheerfulDave BontaGlutton for punishmentThis ice I eat will see my belly grow dangerous as a great master, exceeding every me.
CheerfulDave BontaChef in loveHis oven is calling to him like the clamor of things to a thief: a well-done supper in bed.
CheerfulDave BontaInvitation to the mouthTo dinner, my mouth, to dinner I sell my mouth (and a little supper), to dinner, come, live for the honor of the open mouth!