Friday, December 4, 2009

Poem #1

By James Bezerra

Why a trivet?
On your wedding registry?
I used to clean the kitchen
after you cooked our dinner.

Big messes
small dry chicken.

You never used a
spoon rest
a sponge
a Brawny paper towel
or a trivet.

You couldn’t make
a cake, a cookie or a casserole.
Just chewy chicken.

But there it is-
the trivet-
right between the his & her towels
and the ice cream maker.

Maybe he cooks for you,
right before he listens to you
and gets along with your friends.

Maybe you were right,
maybe I never did those things right,
but I’m not going to
spend my money
on your god damn trivet!


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