in the kitchen

in the kitchen

A Poem by sea lily

he's eighteen,
born four days after me.
and he likes to draw faces
gonna get himself
an art degree.
but for now,
it's the kitchen
and a girl he likes to see.
he used to be a brother
but now we're smiling
over coffee and tea.

he probably won't understand
i used to be a w***e.
and i hate the ignorance
that leads me to his door.
it's
an
idea
i find hard to ignore.
i came home one night,
and slipped my dress from my shoulders
and shivered
from the november wind.
and the feel of your arms.
your skin.

in the kitchen,
i am the apprentice.

© 2009 sea lily


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LJW
The rhyming here is awesome. The message, unmistakable. The ending two lines, brilliant.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I love this piece, and I'm at a loss to say why--the rhyme is subtle but unmistakable, and perhaps it's because it is so true-to-life without being hard-edged and gritty. Still, I'm at a loss to put my finger on one thing or concept to explain why I'm drawn to this, so perhaps it has to be chalked up to its intangibles.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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