She hates mushrooms
says they smell like dirt
and grow on **** and darkness
She hates green beans
because her thumbs still ache
from seven summers
snapping tips
She hates kale
because she don't wanna
chew for days
and her jaw clicks
She loves onions and garlic
the baseline
of everything going right
She loves the sweeter cabbages
melted down in bacon fat
topped with snap peas and walnuts
She'll cook for anybody
willing to listen
to her sizzling grease
She'll caramelize your mind
question every savory intention
every bitter herb in your teeth
salt every wound till it sweats
and goes limp in the pan
She travels with her tongue
her pantry her passport:
cumin, coriander, cinnamon,
cilantro and cardamom
in simmering stews of goat
and collard greens.
Her knife has a keen edge
and she cracks the joints of dead birds
like splitting cheap bamboo chopsticks.
Her eyes go wide and silent
at the range
and when the burners fire
the whole world gathers and waits.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC
She hates mushrooms
says they smell like dirt
and grow on **** and darkness
She hates green beans
because her thumbs still ache
from seven summers
snapping tips
She hates kale
because she don't wanna
chew for days
and her jaw clicks
She loves onions and garlic
the baseline
of everything going right
She loves the sweeter cabbages
melted down in bacon fat
topped with snap peas and walnuts
She'll cook for anybody
willing to listen
to her sizzling grease
She'll caramelize your mind
question every savory intention
every bitter herb in your teeth
salt every wound till it sweats
and goes limp in the pan
She travels with her tongue
her pantry her passport:
cumin, coriander, cinnamon,
cilantro and cardamom
in simmering stews of goat
and collard greens.
Her knife has a keen edge
and she cracks the joints of dead birds
like splitting cheap bamboo chopsticks.
Her eyes go wide and silent
at the range
and when the burners fire
the whole world gathers and waits.
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