12.30.2010

citrus

something bout
cutting my grapefruit
with my dull
old curved knife
brings me to your kitchen of
not sharp knives but love.
Posted by Marian at 10:33 AM
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12 comments:

  1. I can't stand dull knives - but at least this one brought back a pleasant memory.

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  2. truth be told, grapefruit in general reminds me of her.
    but also, not a sharp knife in her house.

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  3. Well, sometimes that can be a good thing.

    (But, as a rule, sharp knives are safer)

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  4. I love the last line...and poems bout knives.
    your words are unbridled lately...
    endless words.

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  5. fun to be on fire. i'm sure i will hit a more dormant phase eventually.

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  6. perish the thought
    and knock on wood

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  8. wow, love is that sharp...

    powerful writing..
    A++

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  9. awwww! sweet!
    enjoy the rally!
    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/04/02/for-your-kiss/

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  10. so often a kitchen is the place where the heart hangs out. hmmm interesting. :> loved it!

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  11. aw, thanks. sweet like a grapefruit.

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  12. This great - encapsulates a moment in time and pins it to the page.

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