Frozen Stew

In the entire three or four months we soft dated I never once saw you cook 

it seems like something that would have happened 

we saw each other three or four times a week and we talked 

of kitchen knives their gleam the way they could strip to the bone 

and I let you know how I’d been boned 

so you told me about softly plucked strings in the kitchen 

the way the notes had reverberated for weeks

until you could just f*****g puke 

money left off on the side of the bed like a w***e 

you could just f*****g puke. 

To be fair I can’t remember cooking for you either 

just the rust of my utensils unused hung to drip like cast iron on racks above the void 

you said you said it didn’t matter 

you said I just needed to spread my oil 

you said I needed to dip my wick 

you said I wasn’t to full temp and I needed to boil 

so I’ve sat under the heat until I see what you meant 

like a Costco turkey I’ve developed that firm glaze 

and a general distaste for bullshit. 

I’ve developed a general distaste for bullshit 

but before I would eat it 

and tell you how wonderful it was the cast of the sun under a Sacramento evening 

the way the wine reflected the Irish pub 

I took a picture I took many pictures 

and you were never in them 

its funny you know you told me I would laugh 

I would laugh 

I would laugh 

and I do now 

with another

it's so much better 

like you said it would be. 

In the three months we were together I never saw you cook 

but today I found a giant ball of your frozen stew 

which means you knew what to do 

you just wouldn’t do it for me 

which seems fitting.