The Love Cook

Let me cook you some dinner.   
Sit down and take off your shoes   
and socks and in fact the rest   
of your clothes, have a daquiri,   
turn on some music and dance   
around the house, inside and out,   
it’s night and the neighbors   
are sleeping, those dolts, and   
the stars are shining bright,   
and I’ve got the burners lit   
for you, you hungry thing.

“The Love Cook,” by Ron Padgett, from You Never Know, © 2001 by Ron Padgett. Used with permission from Coffee House Press. www.coffeehousepress.org.
Source: You Never Know (Coffee House Press, 2001)
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