Oct 14, 2014

Kitchen Ode

Written by Claire Hellar

Read by Carolyn Guinzio

On garam masala afternoons I catch your rhythm in the kitchen and we burn into something tender. An eddy of joy. A shiver.

Blur of hips, we swing the circles of a reckless world.

Taut again. Loose, loose.

At night, we tumble into something better that crinkles like wire-strung happiness. Rain sliding on a corrugated roof.

Forever. Temporary. We stay either way.