In My Husband’s Kitchen
In my husband’s kitchen,
culinary magic occurs.
The beauty, the sparkle
are there whether you
sous or nah.
Tunage — the tunes
(music) thrumming, bumping,
beating, vibrating, shimmying,
through the speakers — the subwoofer
(and it does more than woof)
are a prerequisite
to make
thee magic.
Ratatouille
fireworks, sparks, scintillates
colors; is pretty.
However,
in my husband’s kitchen
anyone and everyone
feels like they belong.
Visual representation on @tolbert_on_medium Instagram
