when I'm happy - I cook.
when I'm not happy - I cook.
when the beloved goes away - I cook.
I cook because I can't write.
But I sometimes stop -
when nobody needs it.
pasta al dente, eggplants al forno
mamma they think I'm Italian,
But I swear, I am not.
I only know these 2 terms from the cuisine
and presto from music.
gazing on the sun through the oven
I'm trying to throw away
my sorrow.
never think bad when you cook:
you will make a threat to your stomach.
spring '14
the recipe
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