{"id":1674,"date":"2013-05-27T22:52:43","date_gmt":"2013-05-27T22:52:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=1674"},"modified":"2017-07-11T20:42:23","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T20:42:23","slug":"over-green-beans-and-garlic-by-janice-scully","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/over-green-beans-and-garlic-by-janice-scully\/","title":{"rendered":"Over Green Beans and Garlic by Janice Scully"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"janice<\/a><\/h1>\n

Over Green Beans and Garlic<\/h1>\n

by Janice Scully<\/p>\n

Concentrate me, my love,
\nlike a thick sauce.
\nWatch me trim and heat
\nthe beans. Your eyes say: cautious man,
\nsuspicious of knives
\neven in the hands of cooks.<\/p>\n

You’ve never been taught to cook,
\npoor baby, or love?
\nI see the way you carry a knife
\nfor protection, not for conjuring sauce.
\nBy my stove, a man’s
\nsafe in the heat.<\/p>\n

I’ll squeeze past to fire the heat;
\nit’s time to cook.
\nThe onions are prepped. You man
\nthe pot. Yes. Snap off my hat and shoes. Love
\nme like a green bean in the buttery sauce.
\nForget the knife.<\/p>\n

There’s no need for a knife;
\ngreen beans break clean. With slow heat
\nsauce
\nseeps from our very pores as we cook.
\nOnions, beans and love,
\ncan convince any man.<\/p>\n

Garlic intoxicates, too, and men
\nstronger then you have given up their knives,
\nmaking love,
\nunhinged by the heat
\nand the smell of the sauce
\non the stove of a cook.<\/p>\n

Loneliness ebbs when I cook.
\n“Nice,” says the man.
\nIt simply dissolves in the sauce,
\ncut together without even a butter knife,
\na stirred-up love
\nbetter with time and heat.<\/p>\n

I bathe the cook top, splashed with sauce,
\ngrateful to the man,
\nhis knife and his heat.<\/p>\n

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\nJanice Scully lives in Syracuse, New York and writes poetry, fiction and non-fiction for children and adults. A physician, she writes a blog entitled. “Medicine and Health in Children’s and YA Lit” at http:\/\/janicescully.blogspot.com.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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