things you can't learn in books
things you can't even remember.
The steam was an after thought.
I have one pan, one lid...in use
so a plate, as a lid
and once lifted
and my thumb blistered before my brain could even register
and my hand released.
Save the fingers
fuck the plate
and it shattered.
There were four, now three
and I am concerned
that I can't get another to match
and the downstairs neighbors must have jumped, and perhaps the baby next door was woken from it's nap and the mother is tired and the floor is messy and there is no thought to the fingers that bubble like boiling water.
but my body knows.
my body knows that in this place
the bathroom door does not need to be locked...
my hand does not even shut the door
and that is a strange freedom
but perhaps not a healthy one.
i am amazed that with all the times I have gagged this body
all the times I have taught it not to care for itself
all the times I have told it to lie
that it still knows how to save it's life!
I am listening to my body.
I don't think I should be the only one.