I am lying. I have tried to live without you. But the others couldn’t compare. I am weak in your presence. Full of shame. Without control. When you are gone, I live on the possibility of your return. I am addicted. Drunk with expectation. How can I go on without you? Please, don’t ever leave me.
I can’t allow anyone to see me like this. How can they understand what you do to me? Every time you thrill me, I long for the next time. Without pride, I beg you to stay. You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.
But I have no strength to fight. I am a helpless harlot. And so, I give in to temptation, overwhelming desire. My secret is laid bare. I love you. The very scent of you makes me quiver. Turkey wings smothered in gravy, cornbread stuffing, macaroni and cheese. Candied yams. Collard greens. Potato salad. Take me. I am yours. Then please….get out of my house.
But don’t forget your key.
In heartfelt appreciation of Southern Cuisine.