A poetry journal of everyday clippings |
| In the Kitchen In the kitchen, Mira --my friend from India-- soaks tamarind, balancing homesickness with cooking and poetry. Hard working, efficient, she rises and falls again like the dough or the pain of searching for the best paprika in the market, beating the eggs and simmering her opinions. Her cravings widen the dance of my thoughts and send them spiraling to other people like my grandmother, aunts, women from all over the globe who distill memories in cups, spoons, torte pans, gadgets, Pyrex pans, non-stick roasters that stick to recall as they are towed to the island in the middle of the kitchen. They interpret recipes and trying moments they've allowed to marinate, and I fluff up to take in all their aches and memories, tasting, trusting the soft, wise voices gifted with metaphor. |