Cinnamon
Cinnamon is the smell of the things
I’ve lately been giving myself permission to do.
Sipping slowly on a cup of chai,
a spicy cloud of steam rising gently from my cup.
A sprinkle of cinnamon over the top of a blueberry cobbler,
baking sticky and bubbling in the oven.
Stirring a small pile of cinnamon to form the arms of a galaxy
in a universe of applesauce.
Chili Powder and Cumin
Weeknight dinner,
two tablespoons of chili powder,
one tablespoon of cumin.
Chop the onion with teary, stinging eyes.
Brown the ground turkey,
mince the garlic.
Add the red bell pepper,
the diced sweet potato.
This one-pot meal,
but still too many dishes to do afterwards.
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