Someone’s in the Kitchen with Judith Jamison
When I cook, I like to do it
with one thousand dead professional chefs
all around me, guiding my hand
and gently moving my blade
this way and that
so that I don’t cut my thumb
when I’m doing the slippery red peppers.
And when the pot starts to boil
I can almost see them in the steam
or perhaps they are the steam.
It’s that kind of magic.
When I cook it’s a lot like, well,
it’s a lot like dancing.
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3 comments:
at first i thought the title was "someone's in the kitchen with jenna jamison", until i realized that no one was having sex. pity.
I think the entire poem is about sex.
SHAFER!!!
Yooooooooo kild Jooooolia Child!
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