Day#7 of IntrotoPoetry
My mother always said, “a little extra salt means the dish is made with a lot of love.”
When I come home, your gaze is so unbearable
My eyes fill with salt.
Away, now, in this cold city,
I lick a bit of salt off my finger
In the middle of cooking, and I
Think of you, in your kitchen,
Tapping a little gravy off the spoon
Into your palm, and smiling..