thanks to the food
a shelf of my refrigerator
mismatched jars
celery braising liquid
“cabbagey schmaltz”
only liquid left
concentrate
everything
a potion:
the imprint of good butter
cloves
lemon peels
sprigs, splashes,
cracks of pepper
created it.
pleasure in food
even during strife
seems prescient
thanks
it has minorly disrupted
the obscene,
precarious convenience
of life
that greater disasters
portend
inspires me
strategies
leftovers
cooking from the pantry
“A Salad for a Natural Disaster”
use scraps and liquids
you might throw away
committed recycler,
wash and
reuse
ziplock bags
every time I throw away,
is this really trash?
more gratifying than it sounds.
pragmatic.
empowering.
beautiful bones,
shells, peels of
things –
goodness resides.
no more or less pea
for being pea or pod
peels of potatoes
shreds of skin
cocktail snack.
liquid celery
limp in my crisper
saute some leek tops
dive deeper
my mind blown
cooking with banana peels
for a chutney
fruit-scrap vinegar
– salvation of the saddest specimens –
apples – flesh mushy
withered grapes
desiccated citrus
ferment for weeks
mellow
and
sweet enough to drink
cut with seltzer
a tub of mayonnaise
unreachable dregs remained
garlic, yogurt, tahini
water and salt
sauce
therapists are posting –
the only patients
dealing fine
have been gripped
by anxiety
and depression
forever
preservation
frugality
craft
I hope I work fast enough
before I forget what this was like.
defying atrophy 