Rumination: Time

What is like grating cheese? Hardto begin with vehicle before tenorbut perhaps Samson's falling locks.I glance at my Delilah, weakeningme by thickening soup. The closer youget to the end of the block the morelikely you are to slice your knuckle.Tattered skin. A carpenter's curlingwood chips spilling from a hayloft.Sprinkling salt. Posterity. The yearsfalling like these soft orange shreds.We are not young anymore my love,but we are not too old to savorthis—this is delicious poblano soupso all we can do is dip our sop inthe dish and try not to betray eachother in these final hours waitingfor your tomb, and hopefully another.