richmond
my onion bagel is breaded and fried
and crusted with bubbling cheese,
on steaming grits it softly resides,
its hole filled with fresh collard greens
chicken fried memories and larded dreams greet me with each bite i chew, and i feel at home on these strange southern streets, ’cause no food says comfort like you
chicken fried memories and larded dreams greet me with each bite i chew, and i feel at home on these strange southern streets, ’cause no food says comfort like you
