EGG-SHAPED SQUASH

Together, we forgive the rind
with a sharpened knife

You split with force
the egg-shaped squash

Whose entrails I spoon
onto the butcher’s block

Spreading like an orange
net, loaded with teardrop seeds

The belly of our oven is
amber-glowing, ready

NEAR PERFECTION

An accidental poem by Samantha.

i’m pretty confident
i can cook a scallop to

near perfection

from merely watching it
on a cooking show

but i don’t eat scallops