a midday snack of wolfgang rye, toasted with butter and fresh broccoli
and a light cast of cheddar might be a small sign to me
that my kitchen sensibilties are returning.
god, let’s hope so.

current project book is a mess,
shamefully unable to keep a coherent thought
for more than one or another.
oh just turn the page, oh ok, uh, turn to another.

a blurred reflection in the face of the kitchen clock