Written by AO
there’s a storm brewing
in that kitchen
recipes do not matter
all that does is
the way the light
is caught in their eyes
those amber green flecks
playing off the rocks like waves
I will not have
the world is owed to Me
Text © AO
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I appreciate the subversiveness of the poem’s form. The absent punctuation forces the reader to slow down and consider the pauses and stops along the way—like slowing down at an intersection without stop signs because there is a need to be especially cautious.
I really enjoy the journey this poem takes us on. From the something good brewing in the kitchen to the light reflecting in their eyes to the assertion of the world as an owed possession, the mental images shift to keep up pace. The end is unsatisfying in the best way for the reader is left speculating on what is owed, why it’s owed, and what is the good brewing in this kitchen as it relates to an obscure, but intense, debt.