I want to want nothing,
to sit without thinking.
Settling down for a nap,
the phone rings and like
a fool I answer it. A voice.
I start to chop garlic, then
an onion. With no warning,
we're disconnected. I continue
adding ingredients. I hadn't
intended to cook but once
started it feels good. Tomato
sauce shaping up, I walk down
to grocery store, my first time
out today, the sun about to set.
At Priceless
Works Gallery, a
show is coming down, the grey
walls blank but for spotlights
that like x-ray beams reveal all
is empty. That nothing is sweet.
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