To Women Never Satisfied: Revolutionary IMprov Email Poetry

~ Sarah Bernhardt once said: “Your words are my food, your breath my wine…”, to which I’ve wondered:
She is seated at the table.
The wine is poured.
The dinner is served
and is getting cold.
Is she giving the menu
another view?

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