Yes, I like the paradox here too, all the more here for being gone. very
true
BW
Christine
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> Subject: New sub: White Kitchen (first draft)
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> White Kitchen
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> This is the oil my mother gave me -
> she stood here (it was dark and gloomy then)
> and said, 'I think you'll like this.' And I did.
> See how the small light shines through virgin oil,
> the sprig of rosemary distinct, easy to draw.
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> And here's her red, Helsinki pot. Look,
> the colour glows on white tiles - winter
> in Laivasilankatu, frozen harbour,
> drunks, dying in the snow, 'Uksi penny',
> in a park like a clip from Dr Zhivago.
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> I cook red cabbage with apples
> and nutmeg in my mother's pot,
> in this new, white kitchen. The smell lifts me
> in its steam. It tastes of childhood
> and heaven. Still here. Gone.
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> christina fletcher
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