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Slammed: Fatherhood

April 8, 2019 by Dale 9 Comments

[author’s note: read this poem aloud for full effect]

I was slammed as soon as I walked through the door
in the weeds, so deep in the weeds
that I couldn’t tell the dandelions
from the nasturtiums from heads of romaine
I was on the line before I knew it
on the line, way down the line
later I’d learn, later I’d have to learn,
the knife skills that come from
just cutting and cutting and cutting
over and over and over again
preparing my mise en place
learn my place, find my brigade, but
for now — I was on the line
cooking on the fly with shouts
from the pass, feeling the heat of the
salamander and the spits of oil that just made
my whites smell like pandoras box
each time I had to bark back a consequence
replating this and wiping that
did you hear, answer me, you heard
“Go to Your Room”
was like I had just 86’ed ice cream for a year
For a year? A year? Seriously?
it felt like a lifetime — seriously, all day,
tear down the line and burn the ice
because tomorrow would be a new push of
prepping and prepping and prepping and prepping
then they’d come — they always come —
chits and chits a rail running long with chits
fearing what’s on deck but an eight top
hold this, extra that, on the side, cremate —
oh my god it’s just whining and dining and the whining —
just make it hot, hotter damn it, make it suicide,
make it — make it so it bleeds and
oh, and then … now then stretch the sauce
because someone, some one cover changed his mind
or that precious precious who wants to refire
then stiffs me for the hockey puck
No! I don’t like it.
some days watching hearing the eating
makes me want to dine and dash
and then other days, it’s like a 16 hour rush,
old school punk fills the air and food flies,
and we crush it, we crush crush crush it
and we are a rhythm running on the juice
we forget to eat and don’t feel the hunger inside
till the house empties and bartender pours
an (oh such a cold sweaty) glass of gold
and the sweat cools to butter and onions on my skin
and I know I did good — real good —
damn I was slammed, slammed real good,
at the back of the house but
I can hang on that line, baby I can hang,
I killed it tonight, yes, tonight,
and that 8 year old foodie to be
he ate it up, wolfed his dinner and asked for more
and, damn it, he said thank you — Thank you — yes!
before putting his arms around my neck
You’re the best cooker in the world —
and I know, in this moment, now,
I can do this,
tonight.

Plates on a counter

∞

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt:  Today, I’d like to challenge you to think about the argot of a particular job or profession, and see how you can incorporate it into a metaphor that governs or drives your poem.

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Comments

  1. Dale says

    April 9, 2019 at 12:06 am

    WOW!!

    Reply
    • Dale says

      April 9, 2019 at 9:06 am

      Is that a good wow?

      Reply
      • Dale says

        April 9, 2019 at 11:03 am

        You betcha

        Reply
        • Dale says

          April 9, 2019 at 12:19 pm

          Thank you — I really enjoyed writing this piece and I felt “wow” when I was done and read it aloud … so it’s great that it was ‘wow’ to you too. 🙂

          Reply
          • Dale says

            April 9, 2019 at 12:25 pm

            Must be a “Dale” thing 😉
            Seriously, so very good. I’m glad you decides to participate in NaPo this year… coz you had been awfully quiet lately. Just sayin’
            Though I think of you every single time I make Triple Lemon Pepper Wings 😉 Which are a HUGE hit in my circle.

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            • Dale says

              April 9, 2019 at 12:36 pm

              I know … I know. I hope NaPoWriMo proves to be a reboot for me and my writing as well. It’s certainly not a lack of desire. There is a lot in me that I need to write. And I’m most certainly still cooking and creating in my kitchen and the photography never stops either …. It just comes down to time and really, even more than that, discipline which is where poetry month comes in. 🙂 Hope to see more of great people like you this year. Thanks for all your support encouragement.

            • Dale says

              April 9, 2019 at 2:05 pm

              This is a good thing. And I shall keep coming to visit – what is pouring out of you is really good.

              Total change of subject:
              Tell me, Dale, in Ottawa is it bleeping snowing? It is like a friggen winter storm here! I am going to have to SHOVEL!

            • Dale says

              April 9, 2019 at 9:40 pm

              Thank you! And, yes — it is bleeping here too. Crazily had to bring snowblower out to remove 3 inches of snow — it was too heavy to shovel! There is a poem in that, I’m sure!

            • Dale says

              April 9, 2019 at 9:53 pm

              Honestly. That was some heart-attack-snow! We got a good 4-5 inches of the stuff.
              I’m DONE. But look forward to your poem on it 😉

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