We Are Breathing With Two Nostrils Now

We are breathing with two nostrils now.
That is my new way of saying
“We are cooking with gas now!”
And we are.
Four burners and a griddle,
a broiler and an oven,
but no vent hood for the days we fire them all up.
Maybe that’s why I had a headache.
(No, not carbon monoxide; we let that out the back door.)
My own body was going without a vent hood.
But we are breathing with two nostrils now.

Medicine

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As we try to let food be our medicine,
we realize we may have been overdosing.
Drug abusers, especially over the holidays.
Listen to the rapid-fire voice at the end of the commercial:
“May cause upset stomach… lethargy…
May be habit forming.”
But please don’t stop taking your medicine.

Pomegranate

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She sat there, eating an entire pomegranate
(except for the pith and those few brown and cloudy seeds of course),
chewing each morsel enough for the juice to splatter against her cheek,
but not so much that she crushed the little seeds inside,
wondering how often to let herself indulge,
and how often to let the fruit stay in the land where the seeds could be of use.

The Furnace

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The furnace won’t stop running,
but since it’s negative two,
it seems to be doing just
what it’s supposed to do.

fancy-painted-vent-cover
Form and function.

Cousins

After all the cleaning, painting,
fixing, sorting, moving beds,
the best part of your own space
is to share it with your friends.

 

 

cousin time
Sharing her room with her cousin-friends.

 

I’ll be here for a while

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We bought a house just to make ourselves
stay in one place for a while.
We’ve been here just half a year
and it no longer feels new
so it must be time to move.
But it’s not.
I’ll be here for a while.
And since moving is how I’ve been being born again,
I’m not sure what would resuscitate me
if I died right here, right now.
Would you bury me in the yard? Have I lived here that long?
No. But I’ll be here for a while.
We have settled, but like a house that has settled,
we will need some work.
Our doors don’t quite shut. There are cracks in our walls.
Maybe this is for the best.
But how will we ever get a fresh start when we are staying in the same place?
We will have years. We will hang a new calendar,
sing old songs,
and get to work.
catching snow on tongue
Enjoying the snow and our backyard.
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