← v3n1, Spring 2004Poetry · Volume 3, Number 1
A Blueprint of Surface Tension
You break the oil skin on the balsamic
with a hunk of bread ripped from the loaf:
a baked brown rosemary leaf falls to the floor.
You squeeze the bosc pear, slice the ripe orange
& pull new potatoes from the plastic bag
hung taut & shuddering from your hand. Red skin
flakes into the parsley on the countertop where I chop garlic
for the crimini and chanterelle. The heat of the open oven door
sugars the room with caramelized garlic & lemon
as leaves crack outside on the wooden deck.