Recipes

How discretely she arranges
her porcelain figurines
in 18th century skirts; with cheeks
like amorous tangerines.

What if, between their thighs, beneath
the lace and filigree
there were sculpted just a touch
of incivility?

But let's discuss the weather.
The crumpets are divine.
She says: 'I baked them just this morning.
The recipe is mine.'

'I wonder if I could,' I say,
'if I were short of yeast
or flour— Could I skimp a little?
Would it matter in the least?'

'On no, my dear, leave out no detail!
The recipe's exact.
I'll know if there's been skimping but,
as mother always said—"Tact."'   

Recipes | March 2nd 2023
by Me

I’m currently working on a separate poem and this one snuck its way in. Enjoy.