Posts Tagged ‘revealing



10
Jan
10

Hormone Imbalance?

My hands bear the marks of my attempts at domesticity:
See where I removed a chunk of thumb, peeling potatoes at 8?
My left index finger warns against slicing cheese in a moving car.
I’ve safely run with scissors; poking a hole with them left this.
Showiest of all is just above my right wrist on the back of the hand.
Yes, I was changing a tire but that’s not what caused the injury.
Not directly anyway.
See, I’d put a sandwich in my oven to heat while I worked on the tire.
Halfway through, I ran up to take it out.
I must have been a little distracted.
That’s the only reason I can imagine that I didn’t notice
I was burning the back of my hand
Against the top inside part of the oven
As I reached in to get the sandwich.
A new cooking scar- this one white and raised- got added to my collection;
From the actual tire changing? Not even a scraped knuckle.
I guess some girls just aren’t meant to live indoors.

27
Dec
09

Craving

Cupcake
gone in two bites,
I lick my frosted lips.
The baker nibbles at me with
His eyes.

23
Dec
09

Black Swans

They mate for life. Or
do wings clipped so close preclude
soaring through new skies?

30
Nov
09

There’s Low-paid Then There’s Low Class

Did you ever notice how a low-class woman, once she blows up a little-
And I mean real low class like
Giving her daughter a stripper name like “Tigre”
Or turning over everybody’s stuff to see where it’s made-
Enjoys displaying her smart new status by being positively rude to The Help?
“Excuse us,” she pushes past the worker at KFC.
She’d rather plunk her emptied tray onto the table nearest her than walk four feet.
Well now, what were you thinking?
It’s that girl’s job to put that tray away.
It’s not the customer who gets paid for that.
Not that she stays home all the time and does nothing cuz she doesn’t.
She works two days a week and that’s surely pitching in.
It’s not a serving job like this but she did her time.
Besides, what’s the point of marrying up if you still have to bust your ass?
And after all, she did not pay $75 for a full set of acrylics-
And she really should go back to that Korean bitch um girl
And make her fix that pinky because you can’t tell her it should have chipped after only three days-
Just in order to get some stranger’s dirt all up under them.
You clean up after your family but that’s different because you know them;
I mean you love them and you know where they’ve been.
That mousy-haired girl over there though, working here, dealing with the trash;
Who knows what kind of things she’s exposed to?

15
Nov
09

Roy Blount Jr’s “Song to Onions”

Thinking about and reading poetry to ease the process of getting back to writing my own. Here’s one of my favorite poems about one of my favorite foods:

Song to Onions

They improve everything, pork chops to soup,
And not only that but each onion’s a group.

Peel back the skin, delve into tissue
And see how an onion has been blessed with issue.

Every layer produces an ovum:
You think you’ve got three then you find you’ve got fovum.

Onion on on—
Ion on onion they run,
Each but the smallest one some onion’s mother:
An onion comprises a half-dozen other.

In sum then an onion you could say is less
Than the sum of its parts.
But then I like things that more are than profess—
In food and the arts.

Things pungent, not tony.
I’ll take Damon Runyon
Over Antonioni—
Who if an i wanders becomes Anti-onion.
I’m anti-baloney.

Although a baloney sandwich would
Right now, with onions, be right good.

And so would sliced onions,
Chewed with cheese,
Or onions chopped and sprinkled
Over black-eyed peas:

Black-eyed,
grey-gravied,
absorbent of essences,
eaten on New Year’s Eve
peas.

This poem came from The Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor.

12
May
09

Two Hands + A Map= Find A Clue

After dinner he turned to me and said,
“My motorcycle trip with Brad was a
Success. It’s great to hit the road, throttle
The bike open, and let your problems go.
It’s good to spend time with someone you like.
So many things surprised me this week:
I hadn’t expected the land to be
So beautiful but the nighttime desert
Shimmers; morning makes the canyon rocks glow.
Biggest surprise for me though was coming home
And discovering I actually missed you.”

08
May
09

Patterns

It’s hard
In knitting to
Keep on repeating; In
Life it’s nearly impossible
To stop.