Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Duck a l'Orange

I’d never cooked it before,
but it was our first Valentine’s
since the baby
and I could not stop imagining
her taking the first bite, closing her eyes,
sultry moans.

The problem is
I have a one-track imagination.

Otherwise,
I might have been able to imagine
the kitchen filling with smoke.

I might have been able to imagine
turning the mashed potatoes into smoggy clouds
of too much fat mingled with the hard bits and milk.

I might even have been able to imagine
her slow-chewing the first bite,
closing her eyes to the greasy sweetness
of the overly crisp skin, eagerly reaching
for more wine.



Eunoia Review - April 10, 2013

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