Poem: Black Kitchen

Black Kitchen

By Shane Allison
QuailBellMagazine.com

The bacon sizzles in a silver pot on a spiral top that burns
To a tangerine orange beneath sweet cabbage.

Turn that stove down low, boy!

Collared greens unfurl to the size of elephant ears.
Let the water run rinsing them clean.
 
Hand me the knife from the drawer.

Get the strainer ready for rice.
Here are the scissors to cut the chittlins'.

They don't smell as bad over rice,
Doused with hot sauce.

Seasoning salt is drizzled over 
Honey- sweet ham.

It's 6 p.m. Time to make the cornbread.
Mama makes the wild berry Kool-Aid syrupy sweet.

Slices of Aunt Earline's jelly cake
Lie like dominoes on a plate painted with porcelain roses.

Pork chops in a ceramic bowl
Sit sullenly next to store bought
Sweet potato pies.

I’m in my room writing poetry,
Waiting to sink teeth into chicken breast
While the Superfriends are on mute. 

Y’all can come on eat now!
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