Thursday, April 19, 2007

a kitchen poem

she opened her mouth
(a mild gesture of her fatigue)
& the fresh scent of peppermint
by her face

how will it be his embrace?
as a ray of sunlight
that caresses a fresh piece of wood
in a carpentry bench?

fragrances of honey &
of wet soil after rain


in my kitchen
there are these higher shelves
the ones i can’t reah
unless i put a stool
underneath my feet
where i store cans, rice, & other food

if there is...
peppermint &...
your arms smell like wood...
the higher shelves
i can’t reach them,
while you are away

árbol de lima - Autlán, Jalisco
April 2007
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