We started a book of recipes
The pages were fresh and white
No fingerprints or smudges
I closed all books behind me
Emptied the fridge
Wiped the cupboards clean
Fresh and white just for you
Just for us
I walked into this book of recipes
Blank and free
Hoping the epicurean creativity
Will flow
I tried to make something sweet
Drips of honey, hints of clover
But you crushed onions
Adding some salty tears instead
I tried to make
Light and airy meringues
Like a clouds of 9 for
Us to sleep and dream upon
But you smeared hot oil
And smashed eggshells
Like culinary improvisation
Deliberately and deceivingly
Causing clouds to collapse
I tried to nurture and make you rise
But you sliced my palms
I couldn't knead
I couldn't help
I couldn't even hold
For every dish I placed in front of you
You tasted and tossed
Sometimes you just tossed
You didn't taste the love
I filled the table with what was only for you
But you pulled the table cloth vicious and furious
Like a trick...or sad attempt at slight of hand
And flung it
Across the room
Staining the walls
I tried to create a recipe book
Just for you
For you to dine
For you to get your fill
And I went without and happily so
As I fed you with both hands
Wiping my tears on ragged dishcloths
Hanging from my shoulder
My own to cry on
But I still let you set the pace
Set the temperature
Setting my kitchen ablaze
And soon you scorched
My every pot
Crisped and burnt my every pan
Dinged and warped my every dish
Melted and corroded
My each and every vessel
Until I was left with no place
For a single recipe
Or a single heartbeat to stay
Stopped opening cupboards
No longer filling your fridge
So I close this book of recipes
And start a new one
Just for me...
*Cooking up magic...one word at a time*
xo,
The Girl
The pages were fresh and white
No fingerprints or smudges
I closed all books behind me
Emptied the fridge
Wiped the cupboards clean
Fresh and white just for you
Just for us
I walked into this book of recipes
Blank and free
Hoping the epicurean creativity
Will flow
I tried to make something sweet
Drips of honey, hints of clover
But you crushed onions
Adding some salty tears instead
I tried to make
Light and airy meringues
Like a clouds of 9 for
Us to sleep and dream upon
But you smeared hot oil
And smashed eggshells
Like culinary improvisation
Deliberately and deceivingly
Causing clouds to collapse
I tried to nurture and make you rise
But you sliced my palms
I couldn't knead
I couldn't help
I couldn't even hold
For every dish I placed in front of you
You tasted and tossed
Sometimes you just tossed
You didn't taste the love
I filled the table with what was only for you
But you pulled the table cloth vicious and furious
Like a trick...or sad attempt at slight of hand
And flung it
Across the room
Staining the walls
I tried to create a recipe book
Just for you
For you to dine
For you to get your fill
And I went without and happily so
As I fed you with both hands
Wiping my tears on ragged dishcloths
Hanging from my shoulder
My own to cry on
But I still let you set the pace
Set the temperature
Setting my kitchen ablaze
And soon you scorched
My every pot
Crisped and burnt my every pan
Dinged and warped my every dish
Melted and corroded
My each and every vessel
Until I was left with no place
For a single recipe
Or a single heartbeat to stay
Stopped opening cupboards
No longer filling your fridge
So I close this book of recipes
And start a new one
Just for me...
*Cooking up magic...one word at a time*
xo,
The Girl
