Oil cracks on the frying pan in the kitchen. Dice in a boggle bubble rattle. I just can’t stopplays on the black-and-blue mini radio Frankie got for Christmas. Aroma of frying breadcrumbs permeates the living room.
Anticipation and dread for tomorrow slowly strangle me.
It’s that time.
Preparing the last rich meal
Of the holidays
Photograph from DFC
for dVerse Poets’ Pub Haibun Monday: January (pubtended by Kim Russell)