Because You Cook
You know the pleasure of
hunger, of patience
and a task well done.
Dice onion, peppers – one hot,
one sweet – saute them in olive oil,
fold them into an egg
cooked flat. Add
crumbled goat cheese, basil.
Look away.
Morning ascends, then declines,
but night drifts in, confident,
ferrying these odors among others.
Accept what comes but choose wisely.
Light the candle. Shift the burden.
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“Because You Cook” first appeared in Ristau: A Journal of Being in January 2018. I am grateful to editor Robert L. Penick for taking this piece.
O at the Edges 
Mouth-watering good poetry!
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If only I could eat onions and peppers again. Maybe someday!
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Your taste disturbances might persuade a few reluctants to GET VACCINATED! Spread the word!
I cannot imagine life w/o onions … getting 2nd shot tomorrow
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One might think that death would be a good incentive…but apparently not. My second shot is scheduled for April 12!
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Because I cook I feel this! The goat-cheese is making me hungry. ❤
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Goat cheese does that to me, too. The next pizza I make might require goat cheese. Or maybe a pasta dish. Hmm…
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