In The Kitchen
by J.A. Pak
Gloss
peeling
an
apple
exposing
vulnerabilities
bruises
on
cream
unvarnished
Blood
drips of blood
vegetal
beets like
the thickness of blood
pooling, staining
eyes
uneasy
Background Noise
Grinding of the pepper mill
Grinding of fingers
Teeth
Salt
Old Wounds
Corned
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Author's Note
I spend way too much time in the kitchen.
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earplugs might soothe your suffering in the kitchen-very evocative, loud writing—a lot achieved with little here. loved it.
Unfortunately, Marcus, hearing is a sense I very much need in the kitchen! Thanks so much for your lovely comment. "Loud" is a first for me—luv it!
So visual. So tactile. So auditory. So intense. Wonderful! Star.
Karl, have no idea why I called you Marcus! My apologies. Can't even blame the LHC for this one.
Thanks so much, Chris. Shows you my state of mind when I'm cooking. You might not want to eat anything I make. ;)
(Thank god I got your name right.)
Ok. Just realized why I called Karl Marcus although I should have stuck to Karl (apologies). This is turning into a very strange fiction of overlapping time confusions, exacerbated by Fictionaut's unwillingness to delete my comment.
corned (kɔːnd)
adj
1. (Cookery) (esp of beef) cooked and then preserved or pickled in salt or brine, now often canned
Pickled wounds?
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