Taste

Isn’t it here Where we started Coffee, spices Blankets, cigarettes. A time; You and I were us. I took my plate And moved to the couch, You spilled Half glass empty. Through Spring and summer Fall and winter; We cook together The sweetest sauce. Forever we both Taste it sour.

A Curse I Am Blessed With

Father, When was the last time we shut down the rooftop kitchen Sure it was yonks ago Why didn’t you tell me We aren’t opening it again.   Brother, Are you sure, not anymore we are buying tickets for cinema I swear, I won’t tell them As always, it’s a secret. Brother, Are you sure,…