Cooking Words3 December 2019
I’m stuck in here, this kitchen
with modern equipment, this electrical appliance
peeling clauses, cutting
verbs, articles and nouns, mixing
with adjectives and adverbs, wrapping
Checking my private recipe: Codeine, Klonopin, Psilocybin…
my face glittering, my eyes shivering, my mind
modifying the present, this present
has been the future and will be the past…
Unwrapping the tinfoil, Oops, the intonation of a sentence
is overcooked; the content of a sentence is
meaningless, the fluency of a sentence
is stuck in here, in my tongue: rootless, useless;
and still I cook, cook, cook my words
to articulate this unpresentable eloquence.
I know the word is tasteless, but sometimes I take some Xanax
so I overdo a ‘s’, so I become a smith,
the word a malleable substance, hammering
out a present progressive tense.
How’s the taste? You ask me.
I spit the word out: