Hot Handle

Hot Handle

A Poem by jinjahman

I worried that the pot handle
would scald his little hand.
This contemplation affecting
the seasoning,
somewhat

When the digits have stacked up
significantly we'll resume this scene
with you nonchalently flipping 
the scented skillet
in the air
swiggin a long neck and 
smokin a kind of cigarette
- I won't ask -

What joy to contemplate
not too hot to handle I imagine;
and your dinner made for you!

© 2011 jinjahman


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This scene opens up all kinds of possibilities... interesting dynamics in the relationships.

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jinjahman
jinjahman

Ireland



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I've written songs and poems since basic maturity emerged from youth. I'm driven by reminiscence and reflection, youthful endeavours and changing realities of life. I try to explore the lexicon of th.. more..

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