To make food taste better, add
hunger. Add absence.
I want to bake, but I have no
eggs, so I start to type
my ingredients into the search bar:
flour, I write, and up comes
flour sugar butter, before I finish
my list. What if we named
recipes for what they are not,
and we do, sometimes:
flourless cake, no-bake cookies.
The mind sifts back in
the flour, the oven. I can take
my mind off my hunger,
out of my body, trap it in a bowl
in a cabinet. If you want
to make a pie from scratch, home-
made, whole-made, first
you have to invent your hunger,
then you have to hear it,
the pleasure you call into your mind,
flour sugar butter
suspended in beams of light, the future
asking you for life.