my refrigerator
When cicadas hum and green things spoil themselves for autumn,
let’s go to the kitchen and stand contemplatively in the light of the refrigerator door.
Let’s grab leaves and roots and pulpy ovaries, throw them on the counter and make choices.
Let’s use sharp knives and pull with our fingers.
Let’s put things in pots and boil them.
Let’s stir and sizzle and poke until they’re done.
When they are, bring out the earthenware and a bottle of something intoxicating!
Let the night burn like sugar!
Let the days be warm and crisp as a salad!
Let us be bountiful with each other and sharp.
Let us labor and be well fed. ( oh
it’s nice to smell oil burning
to cut into gourds and hearts
to come inside when the sun gets all teary-eyed
and sit close in the last bit of warmth.)
my refrigerator
summer! swimsuits!! movies!!! frosty beverages!!!!
Greeting fair readers! Summer is around the corner–that corner on the lower right-hand side of your calendar, the one you are about to take between your fingers, lift, tear or turn.
Come summer, odalisques feel far less alien in the world as everyone wears scant clothing and lounges about drinking beverages, staring absent-mindedly and intently (at irregular intervals) into a brazen sky. When the sun is dazzling bright and temperatures escalate, even the most persistent gloom is a refreshing shadow.
This summer, I have some scrapbooking plans. One reader has anonymously asked how I got into my obsidian obelisk. I will try to answer this question by Fall. Other topics planned include MOVIE NIGHTS, a stunning exposé of my SWIMSUIT, and a peek inside my REFRIGERATOR.
The owl approves of these plans, as they include several popular tags: FILM, FASHION, and FOOD, all of which begin with the letter F.
Are there questions you have for an odalisque, or, more specifically, The Odalisque?
Please leave a comment or email me if there are pressing issues you’d like me to wring through my word press. My email address is below, and below that below, you will find the comment area.
Thank you for looking. Thank you.
–The Odalisque
PS: Chatter chatter starlings chatter. Odalisque Odalisque are you going to the sea shore? Am I going to the seashore? Am I? Or does my expectation fly o’er the hills?
I am the odalisque who lives in an obelisk. I converse with birds.
