Christina, a good work that I managed to miss last time around. Bob made
good comments. Why not New Kitchen or simply Kitchen as the title. A
couple of other suggestions below.
Thanks.
Gary
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. (no ant or
see on the next line.
> See how the small light shines through virgin oil,
> the sprig of rosemary distinct, easy to draw.
>
> And here's her red, Helsinki pot. Look, (no and, bright
instead of white?)
> the colour glows on white tiles - winter
> in Laivasilankatu, frozen harbour, (harbours? and some way
to cut the commas/)
> drunks, dying in the snow, 'Uksi penny',
> in a park like a clip from Dr Zhivago.
>
> I cook red cabbage with apples
> and nutmeg in my mother's pot,
> in this new, white kitchen. The smell lifts me (no white)
> in its steam. It tastes of childhood
> and heaven. Still here. Gone. (good end)
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