You must cut your belly open
season your innards
with olive oil, kosher salt,
and fresh ground pepper to taste,
then sear your emotions
in a cast-iron skillet
to seal in the flavor.
When done, serve your soul
on Wedgwood china
lay the platter
at the reader’s feet
and walk away.
Edwin Vasquez: Building a Better World
9 years ago
Whoaaa... I was trying to refrain from commenting on every one of your poems, but after reading this one I have to say, "whoaaaa". Is it just me or is the juxtaposition of the familiarity of cooking and serving food with the feelings with which I wish I was NEVER familiar a little disturbing? Disturbing???? Each one of these lines I am very comfortable with. It's only when you mix them all together in a pot does it spell a recipe for making me think a little to hard on that which makes me uncomfortable. I just can seem to get my words right on this. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteAnother nice poem! I don't usually like poems about poetry, but this one is simple, not overdone, with great flavor: truth, elegance, pain.
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The images and other sensory experiences in this poem are vivid! I'm no poetry critic, but I enjoyed it.
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