can’t trust the rice

he is almost inarticulate
in his fury

almost desperate
in his need
to chastise her

how many times
have I said

when you’re cooking
you can’t
you mustn’t
do anything else

how many times

~

well

she said

I thought
both of you were right there
surely you would know
when the rice
needed to be stirred

to be taken off
the flame

why does it have to be
my fault

~

he approaches me
after
wheezing and breathless
from the exertion
and the expenditure
of so much emotion

what am I going to do
with her

I can’t trust her
with anything
anymore

~

she approaches me
after
eyes a little glazed
anxious
to have a private
perhaps a sympathetic
conversation

I forget so much
these days

today I got distracted
by the washing

he seems to need
so much
to get angry with me

I do my best

~

all right
all right

let’s just calm down now
no more yelling

the rice is burnt
but no one has been harmed
you’re both ok

the saucepan will be cleaned

the smell will clear

you’ll eat a different meal
than you had planned

this afternoon
you rest

both of you

I’ll come back
tomorrow

and we’ll start again

hoo roo
till then


© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #26: artist enough

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2 thoughts on “can’t trust the rice

    • Yes, it’s a difficult process of change and adaptation and loss and anger but also support and mutual care. Much of the ire directed at the other arises from worry about/for them, rather than actual anger.

      Thanks for reading and commenting.

      Cheers,

      Frank

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