Simmer Pot

By Sierra Jameson

fuck—what was i doing?
pot simmering for three hours lavender 
buds surrounding a chopstick on counter
that was
was egg / was fragrance / was hot glue 
i’d rather have hot water for my bath but
i’ll still yell at you for using cold on dishes
there’s something in the citrus / in the 
linoleum / i think i’ll see the Goddess tonight / 
in the wax / wax dripping between, well, 
turn down the heat / and dim / unplug / 
and replug / and replace / and yell / and wash / and 
/ i said don’t turn on the water like that 
and what if green apple was / is the 
last / what if scissors / if porn / if too much
pepper 
hey—you’re not supposed to 
you don’t sleep and i can’t keep time anymore 
/ have yet to try on thrifted lingerie 
go simmering again in the morning / it 
didn’t work / why couldn’t you have told me 
better / candles caved / for nothing at all / that song 
like lemon and wet fingers slipping.