Cooking Lessons with Sinatra

Cooking Lessons with Sinatra

Acapulco Bay is just another way of saying

Grandma’s kitchen and Frank

Sinatra is just another way of saying

Pancakes?

(with chocolate chips)

you’d have to make them for the sake

of flavor because even you can’t

quite understand what exactly I do wrong but

sometimes Frank is flying and baking

powder and baking soda could be twins

in the game of selecting the right ingredient

from the cabinet which you

(and probably even Frank!) at this point

could do with your eyes closed

It’s even better when you give me

the spatula, the one that we’ve both used

to move chunks of puzzles mid-

design across the kitchen

table and it either ends up on the ground

Oops

(king of the floor)

or batter is strewn in bubbling

bursts of cream over the hot

panic can’t quite take over because one

sour batch isn’t the measure of a woman

I pop open a browser with the intention

of a fuzzy serenade but

suddenly I’m allergic to jazz chords

alone in a room my eyes will

water?

(spill over)

two and a half hours away from the right disc

player on a white shelf with a potted

plant reigning over it

all the time Frank likes to say

he is flying, which is just another way of saying

come home and this time

please

don’t forget the baking powder