Tonight our groceries cannot defy
Our battle: we are what we eat. And how
We choose a cantalope by touch will show
Each other how we can be satisfied.
We can't decide whose turn it is to buy
The eggs this week, or if we're getting low
On milk, or if I will this once allow
Unsliced bread to complicate this lie.
Inside the kitchen, later, I cannot
Equate the mustard with the honey in
The sauce I make. And while I stand and skin
Garbanzo beans, one hand still stirs the pot -
Rising, covering chicken breasts in tight
Saran - I know where I will sleep tonight
- trini finlay