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Kayla Sargeson: Frying Pierogies on a Monday Night

How many women have stood like me,

in their underwear, flipping potato-filled

dough in a frying pan, a man on the brain?

I’d never admit to liking the sizzle,

the popping sound my stove makes.

The body wants weird things:

a pat on the head, raspberry-filled chocolate,

another blanket.

Last week I almost set my kitchen on fire,

didn’t know I had the back burner on

until I saw flames out of the corner of my eye,

like when I saw you standing in the doorway

of the tattoo shop, your body on fire with light.

I liked the flame, watched it burn my skull painting

until I had to put it out.


From First Red, published by Main Street Rag. Copyright 2016 Kayla Sargeson.

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This entry was posted on December 12, 2016 by in Poetry, Social Justice and tagged , .
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