Tomato Sauce I

The tips of my fingers smell like onions

and the ends of my hair,

garlic as I pour myself into this tomato sauce

that’s simmering on the stove

Stirring in the necessary

waiting for the wafts to swirl

herbs meld thick in a brew of

anticipation that means more than just a taste

Tomato sauce love in the fall

Put it all

Put all the ingredients together to create something

that means something more than what you feel

in the fall


3 thoughts on “Tomato Sauce I

  1. sonicleese says:

    This is the first poem I’ve written in a while. It feel a little ladies-home-journal-ish. Add rolls and serve.


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