Poetry
On Being Perfectly Happy in Domestication
Harvey Lee
issue four
No less than every dish in the house
to make dinner. A meatloaf
for the sake of nostalgia.
Mashed potatoes go perfect.
Green beans too, just because. I
tried this thing that I saw online,
and halfway through realized
I’m just making the meatloaf glaze
twice. I laugh and carry on
like it’s my job. This isn’t
a meal for now. Every bite
will be leftovers. But isn’t
that how you’re supposed to eat meatloaf?
When it’s all done, we’ll drive out
someplace nice and walk the dogs
a mile or three. Maybe
we will get ice cream before dinner
to eat in the car. The dogs will
beg, but I’ll get mine with fresh
raspberries and brownie pieces,
so it is impossible to share.
Finally, we’ll eat dinner
while watching TV in bed.
Soon after, I’ll fall asleep
like I always do. In the morning,
I’ll clean every dish in the house
and be glad we have leftovers
to cushion the kitchen from my
next meal.
About the Author
Harvey Lee is a poet and educator residing in Michigan. Find him on social media @downonharveylee.
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