shock and awe, shown the light, shown the door,
by the literary muses, kings and queens,
and the royal cooks, of course,
all rouse me at 4:00 am,
to salute those who can cook,
knowing how to summer simmer a simple broth of love
with richest, tasty, succinct, succulent brevity
that
keeps this wordy would be poet,
honest
all the varied spices,
artful adjectives, verbose verbs, numbing, never-heard-of nouns
are humbled in joy, all join this poet,
to honor the
curried simplicity
of
the Bengali cook of love
from India
who says it reverently,
all
in
one
simple sentence,
sourced locally
love is his staple,
love is rice
~
5/31/17
4:10am
How to Cook Everything
the secret is in the human spices...
all dishes require clear cool scented breaths blown of pure lung oxygen,
hot dishes need heated, thrumming,
heartbeats,
stir with skin cells of a clean
finger,
stir with skin cells of a garden soil digging
finger,
to taste, a dash of salted directly dropped eye
tears,
a sprig of mind
mint,
spring water to clarify
the recipe,
the sweat of love and joyful
did you think of the kitchen speaking?
nay, the prep of the human mind
swollen with the possibilties of love.
the touch taste of two
bodies
how I love to cook!