5.14.2012

molecular memory

Poking
my head in the
lazy susan cupboard
for red potatoes, I'm struck by
their smell.

My Gram's
kitchen bouquet
turns out was potatoes
aging under the sink, combined
with Schmidt's.

9 comments:

  1. Folger's instant coffee, the pilot light, and a house's old bones... Amazing how that works, isn't it?

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  2. I called late grandmother Gram. I love that. Damn I miss her. My favorite person beside my wife and kids and you and Cam.

    I coudl smell everything in this poem. It was that vivid or odorous.

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    1. you love me more than your grandmother? stop that. :)

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  3. Oh this was a trip back....remember the white shooting tuberous thingies? Spooktacular.

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  4. amazing! - I was instantly back in the root cellar of my childhood...

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  5. :) love this! Grandma's potatoes under the sink - she kept the onions there too, but it's the potatoes I remember most.

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  6. i've been letting my potatoes sit there, aging, now that it smells like my gram's kitchen. it's comforting.

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