Cooking

All this while her tragedy was cooking
A tragedy in the home, a former home.
What is cooking , we ask for breakfast.

Our common tragedy, our mothers gone
Cords cut away to throw on the dump.
A common dump we throw away cords.

Our own thing is cooking in our backs
In our eyes, in prostate glands, in bones.
Something always seems to be cooking.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s