Too Many Cooks
Now when I cook I wear
an apron
like a loincloth
To cook is to uncover
one’s hungers, to learn where my
cravings can’t catch your desires
Don my shield
tied at the back
wipe my hands of it all
Slice & saute
measure, stir & bake
roast & rest. Remove
my armor.
Sit. Taste.
Sip up.
