MONO ISSUE 2 - Flipbook - Page 38
KITCHEN CONFIDENTIAL
by Mark. J. Mitchell
It’s hard when forks wander in their closed space.
They’ve travelled farther than you’re allowed now.
They plot revolutions with suspect spoons.
They hide in measuring cups to erase
thin red lines, one by one, sure that quite soon
no recipe can be repeated. Then take their bows.
After dark, they slip back into the space
always kept for them. One gets bent somehow,
twisting into a stainless-steel half-moon
smile. The drawer gets closed. You’re allowed
to look. The knives—well, knives play their own game.
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