"So this is where I now eat" by Marisa Sobel

Since it looks like this is the first post from our class, here's a poem to kick off the new semester!

So this is where I now eat. 

Gross at first, your grime

made my skin crawl. That

periwinkle color, time-

less. The small teapot

that makes coffee—sublime.

Open the window for your lack

of ventilation makes me sweat

when I cook, somehow turning black

the red onion that made me cry.

Many mosquitos, which I whack.

Camouflaged next to the sink, the fridge sits

beside the machine that sounds

as if about to explode on the fritz.

Overflowing with bottles and cans,
kitchen chairs creaking, making me loose my wits.