Soul Food

Pent up like a tea kettle pressure rises ready to blow lay the words to frame this argument argue that one doesn’t like the words in the frame irritation tighten her lips in a plump knot the top feels tight like a shoe string when you pull it tightly to tie the lace annoyance pulls

memories

clench crossed palms to heart motion chin down to hands whisper thank you for that hour a snuggled clip of life that’s come to tap time’s shoulder in reverse make mention of memories the memories that hurt as you hold your belly and laugh an eyeful of tears lean in to see every intricate detail