11/8/23

over there on the cutting board

chunks of garlic are stuck where they dried

and on the windowsill a neglected yam has roots from its pores starting to climb

but the aromatics- the carrots, the shallots- are de-glazing in white wine

the smell of good fat grease, rice and peas, citrus and blackened spice

a car bench seat sits beside the sink

wedding invitations on the fridge

and that broom that hasn't been used..since the last time I used it

stove clock reads 13 to 2 o'clock where upon time will continue to build on time

memories like beads on a string

how they used to hang in a line

memories like beads on a string

how they used to hang in a line

i imagine altercations and fantasize some situation where a good friend does me wrong

but tonight I'll see him at the bar where I meet him and forget I think so crazy at all

your glasses shine when your face laughs with mine

I wanna do just as you do

and in the inevitable ever when we're no longer together

I'll still find all my strength in you

i take plessy around the train

where I used to do it all for the fun

its november 8th and like every other day

its unlike any other one

its november 8th and like every other day

its unlike any other one