I hear the cookbooks in the kitchen-
garrulous relics from pre-digital times.
They flop around on the floor. They
gossip about how and what I cook.
'Seriously, ' one of them says, 'if he's
going to improvise all the time,
why consult us, why insult us? '
I made their pages greasy.
The chefs who authored them: bah!
No one should be famous for cooking.
A cat has heard the books now.
He becomes a lynx and bounds
off into the kitchen.It's quiet
in there all of a sudden.That's right:
close yourselves, recipe barns.
Digest your dissatisfaction.
hans ostrom 2017
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