COVID’s Kitchen (by Joshua Staggers)

Cutting love on the laminated counter, you mix in
Onions, peppers, celebrities, elderly.
Rinsing the bowl in the sink, turning
On the stove, placing us in the pan. You
Never lifted the lid, until we were marinated,
Arranged like lungs. You threw
Vindication into the black trash can.
I glanced at your recipe,
Read the smudged lines. How careful your
Utensil stroked the crumpled paper. Why
Soften us in preparation for the freezer?

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