The Archaeology of a Pan

Updated: Jan 15


A pan, dark, heavy,

is splashed and slashed with

oil and butter.


It holds, crisps and kisses

a mess of textures and scents,

then spits them back out.


A palimpsest. A thousand evenings

absorbed and sunk into

its coarse shade of night.


It made me think

and this may sound sick,

Maybe, I should give it a lick.


EP



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