I've just recently understood that "kitchen remodel" is like crack to a middle-aged, middle income woman. It's as if a kitchen island --- or at least a peninsula --- could equal happiness. I've heard that men buy leather jackets and motorcycles and women go for a new stove and countertops. I think there's more to it. A remodel is a way to open a space for dreaming; to imagine a life where every pie wins a gold ribbon --- where pies are actually baked in kitchens and there is ample space to roll out the dough.
Thanks to Linebreak for publishing my poem "Kitchen Envy" today. I love the format of the journal where one poem comes to subscribers each week and you have the option to read the poem as well as to listen to it read by another poet. Interestingly, the pairing is usual man/woman so in this case I get to hear a soft Southern male accent read about a "mint green ice cream scoop."
Here's the beginning:
Kitchen Envy
I slide open vast extending drawers,
admire a butter curler,
crab cracker, wine corks
scattered like stars above the salad spinner.
In my sister’s kitchen I finger the miniature nutmeg grater,
the pizza wheel, the whisk—
spread out the French spoons—
used to baste Moroccan chicken, stir the melon bisque.
O to be an instrument of the culinary arts.
To live among them as mandolin,
as mint-green ice cream scoop—
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