my beef

round, chuck or lean
pattied or loafed
a culinary chameleon 
bending to the will of spices
accommodating all kinds of accessories
the knock around, bend to your will
meat
 i am hamburger, i says to myself
poetically i yield to my environment
round steak, possibly,
and  in my most airy thoughts,
i am top sirloin
when i wander too far out of my zone
i overcook and am prone to a middle
that is much too raw
variety
in the background
blending with the spice
my beef,
my reflection
my only wish
is that my tendency to promote
heartburn
is less than
my bovine buddy