Notes from my Kitchen Counter
a love letter
I stand at my kitchen counter and burn my mouth on brothmonger pasta fagioli. But I’m insatiable, so I find crackers in the cabinet and eat them with eggplant garlic spread left by the dancer who moved out yesterday. An hour ago I ran over a cone in downtown Pittsburgh after pulling out of a parking garage. I stopped in the middle of traffic with my doo…
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