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Haiku Free Verse Prosies
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for Adrienne Rich
A kitchen is where a woman belongs sometimes.
Not because I should cook for you,
But because here, things come and go quickly
and so do I sometimes.
Because here, when one sits at the table,
with a bowl of something, one realizes
what it is to slow down.
Because here there is always food
but one can still go hungry.
Because here there is a smell of things cooking,
and the smell is good.
Because I can spread tablecloths
and be unmolested.
Because God loves a kitchen
and I feel powerful here.
Because a kitchen is where civilization began.
Because some men are shy of the kitchen
and those men I can do without.
Because kitchens come in many shapes and sizes.
Because Allen Ginsberg never wrote a poem about a kitchen.
Because in a kitchen, a woman can take what has been dismembered,
forgotten, and remember it.
Because in a kitchen we put things together
that have been cut apart
and call it food.
© Frances Donovan
1995
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