The Kitchen, Warsan Shire.

Half a papaya and a palmful of sesame oil;
     lately, your husband’s mind has been elsewhere.

Honeyed dates, goat’s milk;
     you want to quiet the bloating of salt.

Coconut and ghee butter;
     he kisses the back of your neck at the stove.

Cayenne and roasted pine nuts;
     you offer him the hollow of your throat.

Saffron and rosemary;
     you don’t ask him her name.

Vine leaves and olives;
     you let him lift you by the waist.

Cinnamon and tamarind;
     lay you down on the kitchen counter.

Almonds soaked in rose water;
     your husband is hungry.

Sweet mangoes and sugared lemon;
     he had forgotten the way you taste.

Sour dough and cumin;
     but she cannot make him eat, like you. 

March 29th with 46 notes
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