31 Days of Writing: Day Seven "Write a Poem"

Oops! I mixed up my days. Day Seven should have been "write an open letter to anyone" and Day Six was "write a poem" but we're just gonna reverse that order and call it good.

In the Kitchen


The space of comfort, the center of the home, the source of discomfort.

Cooking was never "my thing" as it was for friends or sisters.

There is nothing soothing about trying not to catch the house on fire.

Water boiling over, timers beeping angrily, surfaces hot and ready to burn...

these are not my ideas of a good time.


Give me one item at a time.

Let me focus on cooking the pasta.

Give me some bread to slice.

Let me make some crack popcorn with its two ingredients.

But slowly the kitchen is becoming more fun, more safe for me.

Chicken can be cooked longer than five minutes.

French fries are still edible after the timer has gone off {or been forgotten}.

And when all else fails, the pizza delivery man never fails to bring a smile.


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