Hot Dog
by Mordicai Gerstein
Dear hot dog,
snug as a puppy
in your bready bun,
I love you.
I squeeze the sunny
mustard
up and down
your ticklish tummy,
and cover up
with relish and a blanket
of crimson ketchup.
You are so fragrant,
plump, and steamy.
I could
eat
you
up!
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