Everyday Therapy

It’s true, I’m no cook
like I’m no driver
but after morning tussles—
school, traffic, all those in a hurry
indiscriminately determined on disgust—
I take comfort in this kitchen

turning scraps, skin, bone to broth
full immersion into something
we all need: herb- and earth-
scents, gold warmth to fill
every dark corner

the chopping is one thing, cold knife
for everything you want to throw
smash rend destroy but
slow, slow down, I say
while I have this luxury
to seethe, stew, simmer all day