by Jnana Hodson

White-streaked eggplants
roost in a basket.
An out-of-season faint odor
of paperwites
disturbs an autumn kitchen.

Your roses become artichokes
or ruffled tomatoes
traded for an apple
slice or a cookie
on the kitchen counter.

That we eat well is more
than a matter of taste,
this skillful touch
of opinionated study
the hot oil and spice rack
instilled in your daughters.

Count the burns,
count the cuts
if you can.

Still, quality tools
demand care
and cleaning.

My own inclination
has bare-boned basics
countered by extravagance.

The way Matisse loses his figures
in the wallpaper.

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