Tonight's Poet Corner: In The Kitchen

In The Kitchen
by Belinda Roddie

The slim shadow lingers
on sticky butterscotch fingers.
She sticks them into my mouth -
with my consent, of course.

I taste more than sugar. I taste
black tea and trauma, dried
raspberries and desperation.
It's like a strange and comforting cobbler.

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