Tag Archives: Kitchen
Shaved brusselsNo Gown
Are we okay with being alone
With no other soul to hold the ladder
To stand by us, tasting, in the test-kitchen that is life
Allowing, for once, after all the illusion
Reality
When we release our grasp and find no one but ourselves
Need we ask why
What mythical stealth robbed us here
Who climbed into this tower, cat-like, to gleefully take
What will we make of it
This secondhand plan that has nothing to do with the tales we were told
A finer legacy, perhaps
Cover Me
Questions from the Kitchen
Why then, the pool of flesh on the floor?
Why then, the hearkening back
Again and again and again?
Linoleum and helplessness
And bargaining
The feel of it all
On my knees
My shoulders, still
A Mother’s love
It’s why I breathe, still
I answer
Kitchen
With morning breakfast
Magic
And should I spill you
Tragic
At evening tea
We’ll see
Cinnamon
Saffron or Something
Your skin carries the scent
Of curry
But I’m not certain if it’s yours or mine
There’s no space between us
Anymore
Your lips remind of the burn
Of cinnamon
But I warn you to go lightly
There’s no accountability on my part
Going forward
when i wake
Some One
in the Kitchen
boiling Water
Beside me
with a Light on
with a warm Voice
with a Penchant
for Chai tea
wanting Details
frOm my dreaming
so to Use them
Against me
