Kitchen
oh my love in a saucepan of soup
we tryst
again
sell me the basis of frost, say
‘you and your fonts can freak out on pot’
i expect you may be right.
violence begins in the home oh dear
with a neutered animal
raised on genetics my baby
there falls there falls a monsoon
of parts in the crook where we cook
in the nook
where we kill each other
woo hoo do you refuse to do
anything quite so naked as love?
make another sound equally appealing
darling, there
in the fulcrum yes yes yes
although i will force the dog to smile
as a cure as a cure
and keep wiping my chin
although loneliness is a bowl of soup
on a kitchen table that doesn’t exist
i love you there is nothing simpler
Ben Stainton‘s pamphlet, The Backlists, is available from The Knives Forks and Spoons Press. His poems have appeared in The Rialto and Stop Sharpening Your Knives and are forthcoming in Coin Opera 2 and Lung Jazz: Young British Poets for Oxfam. He currently owns a cheese the size of a human head.