The Cookbook Is Indignant

The Cookbook Is Indignant

The recipe says
Mind you, it is difficult to be patient

The recipe says
You must leave the crust alone with its thoughts

The recipe says
All pasta not from Italy is a floppy towel
and should be flung aside
You call that disgust

The recipe comes from the future
from the best selves of a history-bound people

Before the recipe you are lowly

And in your bowl there is place
and love and the sun
and tyranny and bones
and the quiet, definitive power of a blade