Rice in the pot is warm and fragrant
In my bowl it's nourishing and filling
I smell the rice cooker before my mom calls for dinner
Sometimes she adds brown ice, purple rice, grains, sweet potato
Rice in the pot is always cooking by the time school ends
It's ready for me when I finish my homework
I miss its little songs and my mom's footsteps on our kitchen's linoleum floor
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i don't know how to ask (for love)
i cling to your shirt sleeve when you leave in the morning
i don't know how to force the words past my tongue (thank you)
you tuck my hair behind my ears and quietly wash the dishes
you read the words that live in my head (i love you)
your palms are warm when you hand me cups of tea
Push me down, pry me apart
– Open wider, baby –
Tear me at the seams
Drink the nectar like water
– So wet –
Wider, wider, split down the middle
Crunch on my pieces and chew on my pride
– I love you –
Suck the kernels dry
Is a pomegranate a person?
tickles from your fingertips
mint from your chapstick tingling my lips
i like when your world crashes into mine
there is a little girl in my head
she scratches at the walls and throws food on the floor
she screams and wails and complains
she wants a hug and doesn't know how to ask
i braid her hair and hold her hand and tell her that i love her
"I know pretty much what I like and dislike;
but please, don't ask me who I am."
~
Sylvia Plath