when in time do you exist?

she wrote poems without names. she ate the veggies she forgot to roast. and we still refuse to eat meat. she mentions desert, she mentions nutrients, digestion and flavors but no words or lines to the entre. the poem goes thru the evening and she talks about the spoon, the knife but not the main course.

there's those words that need no negotiation. there are those words that are concrete; we just havent arranged the letters in the right order yet. we havent uttered the sounds accurately yet. we havent been listening as well as we thought. he came home thinking she'd made an altar when all she did was assemble a table. and came blood from the bloom of the cherry blossoms. Are material possessions only the tangible, quantifiable and/or the manifested? yeah, never should the promise of personal happiness should come with a name; rather, it should come with a name to be given for itself.