I walked around biting my incisors today
The supermarket was too bright
I didn’t want cheese for dinner
Or anything to do with dairy
I picked up a sack of cashews
a packet of garlic
two large tomatoes
an artful jug of pinot grigio-
holding it secure at the neck
one third down
to roam fluorescent aisles
I’ll make vodka sauce with wine
Soaked nuts will make it creamy
Decisions
Still biting incisors as I walked home
The winter wind set my jaw
I walked through my door
slipped out of warm clouds
hung up the heavy goose jacket
and poured a glass to my face-
washed it down with three cashews
cleaned a tomato on my sleeve
took a bite
and went to bed chewing
no longer incised
I’ll make the fricelli pugliesi
tomorrow
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 