Cooking – fog up the windows

EGG-SHAPED SQUASH

Together, we forgive the rind with a sharpened knife You split with force the egg-shaped squash Whose entrails I spoon onto the butcher’s block Spreading like an orange net, loaded with teardrop seeds The belly of our oven is amber-glowing, ready

NEAR PERFECTION

An accidental poem by Samantha. i’m pretty confident i can cook a scallop to near perfection from merely watching it on a cooking show but i don’t eat scallops