It smells like Christmas in my kitchen,
smells like the time I stopped
in the heart of the house
right in the middle like a clot
not moving nor let anyone move
to make Christmas over cold stoves
here is a list of things you need for cake
that serves 6, realistically
even if you are on your own:
* peeled apples
* 3/4 sugar
* flour
* cinnamon
* nutmeg
* salt (to taste)
I stand on a flat corner
kneading the flour
needing a listening ear
I stand in the corner
in my house,
shaking like a belly dancer after a long show
cupping powdered sugar to an empty heart
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Thursday, December 27, 2018
Smells like Christmas
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Christmas,
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grace,
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Tuesday, September 25, 2018
A game of hands: rock, paper, scissors
it used to be a childhood play
that my hands would tell
your destiny
Read the rest here: https://crevice.ro/a-game-of-hands-rock-paper-scissors/
that my hands would tell
your destiny
Read the rest here: https://crevice.ro/a-game-of-hands-rock-paper-scissors/
Labels:
games,
perception,
place,
play,
poem,
poetry,
power,
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