there is always fruit

in the hand-turned wooden bowl

on the onyx countertop

in the exhaustingly minimalist kitchen

the kitchen where women

with elegant wrists

drink biodynamic wine

out of Baccarat stemware

and laugh in a creamy cold lyric soprano

In winter, it is citrus

that no one will eat

oh the luxury of waste

the peel will mottle and sink into the wood

green as the day it was born

until the housekeeper comes on sunday

with groceries

burnt yuzu.  coconut.  musk.  
orris butter.  clover  

80 / 15ml