Iron Skillet

  Five lines (+/-), day 4.   Iron skillet You school me with your trochees and well-oiled forgery seasoned with elbow grease so that nothing not the overnighting left overs not the knife marks not the hunger stay for long, the most anyone could ask from fire.  

Lines Composed . . . (Five lines, day 3)

Lines Composed after the Lasagna Dough Has Been Made I get it now—elasticity— the tug and curl of edges against arms and flat surfaces. Forcing the matter. The staying. The giving.