The Cook

I am a great cook, you said, casually
switching between the phone and knife
cutting conversations into small slivers
dicing lettuce, add patties, mustard
the phone smearing your make-up. 
balancing between your neck and necklace
and long spiral ear-rings.

I am a great cook, you continued, 
head tilted at a rakish angle
knife still dancing in mid-air.

( It’s a technique you mastered
over the years)
Cutting, calling and stalling.
I watched those big brown eyes
join the talkative salad and burger
now taking shape on the table

I shrivelled in fear
when you laughed and said:
I am a great cook and killer
of lettuce, stray ladies and flirty men-
Ha! Ha!
( oops!)

Do you want a beer to go with your burger?
did you joke?

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© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 22 days ago

Reviews

[Missiannelli]

The way you wrote the poem, makes lots of sense. As I read it... I could literally picture all of it. Great job! Wish I was a great cook.

[Marshall]

Thank you. It was fun doing that and it came from a conversation I actually had with a great cook.

[Missiannelli]

It is very different, as alot of poems I have read are about Love and Hurt. I am guilty as charged, hehe. Loved it :)

[John Anderson]

Your delivery on this poem was very powerful. Very nice job.

[Shimae Parks]

I had to read it twice at the end but now I get it haha very very good love this one alot!

[Marshall]

im glad you enjoyed the switch at the end. Do you want the knife or the burger?

[Shimae Parks]

well I would say If I have the knife then ok but if you have the knife then I'll go ahead and take that burger well done please lettuce tomato and cheese oh and condiments hahaha

[Shimae Parks]

great work!

[Marshall]

Have a read of my other works and see if you can enjoy them too. I will read your works too. Cheers.