from
cookbook
as cook to cook I must confide
wine over cabbage
pecorino romano
the cooling
genitals
of two lovers as we were
as
we are
champagne
& oysters
someone
sang
between the wars
hovering dream-like
invading or occupying
these
are just
recipes
throughout my own cooking life
eggs water
a spellbook to forgive
finally there is cornbread with butter
old battered aluminum
to be abandoned
to leave by choice
returning now friends tell me
difficult and where
I say “spoons”
you must adulterate
stretch your hand out
audible in air
the margarine-minded:
no judgement
people say
as a little joke
but put some salt in
turn on the radio
get married
fat
to fat
kind and practical ladies
peanut brittle
she would
bring
at night
in pink
bathrobe
or sausage biscuits
for me, the visitor
very complicated the way a cabbage is cooked
or myself now at the edge of this playground
birds
children
Sunday in another country
the suppression of a single ingredient
tender savory
not only about memory
but the surface of the tongue
now whitish purplish
a man might drive around the countryside
feeling
that he is a man
carrots, turnips, parsnips & leeks
a few houses in the landscape
day’s
tone of voice
news of a death
& messages back & forth
as though still water closed over
made a mirror for the light
