Lasagna.
Wreck-tangle in layers of cheese,
Wreck-tangle in layers of cheese,
I add a pound of spinach for extra iron.
It is a production,
each layer has a plan, to become part of
an edible architexture, an assemblage,
full fromage, flagon, flag off
full fromage, flagon, flag off
in red, whine and green.
Read and cook, turning the page,
the fungi’s sizzle
the fungi’s sizzle
and The Hidden Reality outlines details
of jitters, making energy and arrays.
I stir, it pops, I read, it steams and
condenses sugars.
Put together, my job is done,
I wait
it melts
all together.
I wait
it melts
all together.
I close my eyes for the first bite,
forgetting all I threw in.
I think I taste nutmeg, but then remember
this often tastes like M-theory.
I must have forgotten the salt.
Painting by Jacopo Tintoretto, The Supper at Emmaus (1542-43) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Painting by Jacopo Tintoretto, The Supper at Emmaus (1542-43) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.