Claine Keily # 6 Kitchen

1.

The elementary knives are laid
in the window's glass she straightens the part of her hair
in cupboards dark
the brooding carelessness
of  her unmarked fruits
dry as summer here
and he seated
expectant as spring
yet withered
awaiting delectation

2.

Crumbs star her table
honey spreads warm and near
now all her chairs are empty or broken
of  this she feels no care