of rice, dhal and chicken sag
of beef with basil
of pasta with parmesan
cheese, lots of cheese
of seconds, and thirds
and sometimes fourths
of time, and space
from extroverted children
or mirrors
of music for my deaf ears
of books and knowledge
of words I don’t know how to use
and words I do
of craft — writing, poetry, daft reading
of ideas, mental wanderings
and impractical brain jumps
to whet the romance
with my wife
of women I love
and women I don’t
of my own deadly sin.
— originally published on poetsandartists.com in 2012