A Cheese Omelet at Midnight
You can’t ever leave without saying something,
no matter how insipid. That sweater looks good
on you. It’s supposed to rain tomorrow. I’m sorry
I burned the omelet. Nasdaq has plunged 3%
since last week. And I, in return, can’t let you go without
replying in equal measure. It matches your eyes. I love
to smell rain in August. That cheddar was delicious.
Maybe I’ll start a savings account. Next month.
So I wash dishes when you’re gone, wipe down the
counters, pour salt into the shaker, grab a book, join my
cat in bed. This tune’s been overplayed, the grooves’re
worn down. Maybe next time I’ll say what I mean,
tell you what I want: It would look better in a heap
on the floor. How about a shower here, tonight? Kiss
me and I’ll never think of it again. I don’t give a rat’s
ass about the stock exchange. Step away from that door!
I’ll make your lunch, butter your 7-grain toast, assemble
your IKEA furniture, balance your books, even dye
my hair pink, tattoo a pig on my thigh and drink light beer
in your honor, if you would agree to say what’s on your
mind. On second thought, don’t. Tell me, instead,
what I want to hear, but make it heart-felt. Truthful
and direct. Poached but earnest. Hard-boiled but tender.
I’ll cook your eggs. Invest in me. You’ll earn interest.
This originally appeared in August, as the 25th offering in the Tupelo Press 30-30 fund raiser. Sponsored by Pleasant Street, a recording may be found at her blog, In My Parlour.
Down-to-earth and real — the poetry of the everyday, a scrap of existence in our times. I like the way you juxtapose the speaker’s and his mate’s phrases. Intimations of communication breakdown. “Invest in me. You’ll earn interest.” This the nitty-gritty, this the sad fact of familiarity over a long period of time. Very well-written.
JIm Valero
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Thanks, Jim. The everyday is where I live.
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Ah, this one goes straight to my heart. I could go on about the perfect egg analogies but really it’s the feeling in it that gets to me…..
especially drinking light beer. I am not so sure that is a fair sacrifice for anyone.
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Light beer would certainly be a huge sacrifice for me!
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Love this sentiment
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Thank you, Susan.
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I loved this the first time you posted this, and even better now. Real integrity.
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Thanks very much.
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Like Jim said: “a scrap of existence in our times…” A really great scrap!!
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You should see my scrap heap, Daniel!
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Well, the way I see it one should arrive at the end of their life with regrets. If we have lived fully we have tried fully and often failed. A life with no regrets to me is a life not fully explored. Besides, you are a brilliant poet. Regret, and a giant “scarp heap” of existence go hand in hand… but you put it into life through script.
I’ll bet if you took to asemic writing it would still be profound semantically!! 🙂
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Success is less sweet without failure paving its way. As for asemic writing, I believe it will continue to elude me. 🙂
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Reblogged this on edgeofthebellcurve and commented:
Robert Okaji is one of my favourite blogging poets. I especially like this one, that he just re-published.
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Thanks for your kind words, and for reblogging.
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Our lifestyle captured so truly by your poem. Love the sentiment.
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O, communication! It is often so difficult to express our feelings.
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That’s exactly what I wrote about in my recent post “Strangers when we met”. Your poem brings a visual effect to that sentiment.
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We’re in synch!
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There’s nothing like genuine honesty. And breakfast for dinner. Combining the two was inspired, Robert, this was excellent!
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Breakfast anytime! And thanks for your kind words.
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Super lovely!!! 😊
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Thank you, Sibella.
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Very welcome! 😊
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Bravo!
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Thanks, Linda. I had fun with this one.
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Second read is just as refreshing as the first!
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I’m so please you found it so, Linda!
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I have to say I EXTRA love it from my perspective as a therapist who works with couples!
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Thank you, PJ. One would hope that communication wasn’t so difficult!
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Tasty words! I love this one.
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Now I’m wondering which cheese to use…
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Stick with the cheddar 🙂
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I was considering an aged gruyere, but one can never go wrong with cheddar.
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I loved this poem the first time, and now I want to marry it, or at least have a long affair. “Kiss me and I’ll never think of it again….Tell me, instead,what I want to hear, but make it heart-felt.”
What a delight, Bob!
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Feel free to take it home and try it out, Cate!
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If communication and relationships were easy, they wouldn’t be so valuable. Great work here–powerful thoughts, beautifully written.
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I’ve found that what I consider most precious seldom comes without much work.
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One of your best, Bob –that’s why I had to translate it to Chinese. 🙂
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Thanks, Mary. Are you going to record it?
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I did. Didn’t I send you the file?
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I don’t think so. Or at least I can’t find it. 😦
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If you love an egg, let it be free range- love is never easy. Cheesy humour aside, beautiful poem. It’s the everyday things that are most romantic- I’ll take that over cliched grand gestures any day 😊
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We’re in agreement about everyday things. Anyone can make over-the-top grand gestures, but success is found and perpetuated in the day-to-day living.
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And this is the way to convey desire and love without actually ever uttering the words. Next time I want to write a love poem I will think back to this one Robert. So good.
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Thank you, Talia. Those words are often too easily uttered, without thought as to what is really meant.
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Love it Robert – brought a smile. 🙂
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It’s always good to make you smile, Kelly. Thank you.
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🙂
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Still really love this one!
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Thanks, Susi.
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Very real. Thank you.
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Thanks, Jan.
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I think I would eat that delicious looking omelet at any hour 🙂 Yum!
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I wouldn’t wait till midnight.
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Love the photo and the sentiments. I made a breakfast omelette with spinach and red chillies this morning, then I wrote a blog about love, and then I read yours, and thought how much more subtle yours was. Thanks for the inspiration!
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Thank you, Suzi. The photos are from morguefile.com. Now I’m contemplating an omelet for breakfast, too. But what ingredients?
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My mother always said cheese late at night gives you nightmares. I reckon it’s okay for breakfast, though! Go for it!
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I’d risk the nightmares for certain cheeses!
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This is wonderful, Robert.
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Thank you, Jennifer.
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You had me at omelet. Great piece. Even if it is only marginally about food.
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There are different kinds of nourishment. Ha!
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Just called my husband to being me a burger on his way home from golf. I told him a poem that wasn’t really about food made me hungry.
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Ha!
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Reblogged this on Praying for Eyebrowz and commented:
Savor this one on robertokaji.com.
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Thank you!
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I love sharing your poetry. I wish I could take a course from you. Do you ever offer such a thing?
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Thank you. A course? I wouldn’t know where to begin.
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Love.
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Thank you, Carrie.
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Yes, Sir Robert! “Poached but earnest” is just the way I like my poetry (my eggs, my love), too!
What I really want is someone to cook for me.
Maybe I just said the same thing twice…
Over easy.🍳
I saw that you liked my poem, “Painted Chickens.” Thanks! Isn’t there just something so fecund about eggs? Well, I guess, I mean…duh!
Eggs come up a lot in my work, too. Maybe we’re birds of a feather…? 🐔
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Yes, indeed. We’re obviously flocking together! I cook eggs several times a week for breakfast – poached, fried, scrambled. All good!
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My omelette will never be the same again!
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Glad to hear it! And thank you.
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That’s one sexy omelette!
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Much sexier than scrambled, I think. 🙂
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ha…the bargains we think we want to make…tell me what you think – no, don’t…stay here with me – but then I couldn’t lie here dreaming of you… life is good with omelettes cooked in salted butter…
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Or browned butter, flavored wth a little garlic. Yum.
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mmmm, garlic…coarse salt, cracked pepper, bone china and old, sterling silver forks
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Perfect!
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Your poetry has great rhythm and flow, unique metaphors, depth, and humor. I enjoyed it very much.
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beautiful. very beautiful.
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Thanks very much. You’re very kind.
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shared to my facebook page 🙂
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Much appreciated!
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I just read this.It’s almost midnight. This made me hungry and I’m confined to bed. 😦 Technology provides everything but the ability to email food to a friend. 🙂 Enjoyed reading this.
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I’d email you a gruyere and scallion omelet with toasted baguette, butter and strawberry preserves. How do you take your coffee? 🙂
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