MASHED POTATO MAMA

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Mashed potato mama

Sits in a vat

Of warm

Mashed Potatoes

The supreme

Comfort food

Forever available

Unregulated

“Butter”

She demands

And butter

Appears

Melting

Sliding

Down the

Potatoes

Potatoes

Squish between

Her fingers

And toes

Potatoes

Become

The new

Hair gel

She raises the

Buttery mash to her mouth

Bliss

In soft warm perfection

Mashed Potato Mama

Will never leave

Her vat

Of fulfilled desire

She knows

What she wants

And she has

An unending supply

                                         ~written by Patricia Rhees

Published by RiteWit

I am a wife, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, writer, dog & cat lover. I 've written books, & now I am also blogging to keep a momentum of my passion vibrant. This is a place where my friends also contribute their creative selves. Enjoy!

2 thoughts on “MASHED POTATO MAMA”

  1. There must be gravy
    To merge with indulgence,
    To open the possibility of holiness
    To disguise the carbohydrate
    In a cloak.of protein!

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