Tag Archives: Kitchen
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
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