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"An earthquake gown was designed to keep one warm during the London earthquakes of 1750. What better to wear to one's first solo dinner party in Florida, post-1950s, post-divorce, post-climate change, post-cooking, post-eating, post-everything?"
—Karen Leona Anderson

Company

Karen Leona Anderson

After The I Hate to Cook Cookbook (1961)
 
 
How scattered I am: post-spouse, with company coming;
in Florida in my earthquake gown, in my eelskin slingbacks
 
and electric mink stole. I tried to make
puff paste with sweating hands; butter
 
in the KitchenAid, covered in Everglaze;
apocalyptic looking and no one to stall.
 
Now egret feathers and alligators and gas
are gone; polar fur coats are all vintage
 
or bottle jobs and the corn is crawling even in the Bracken
and the Glades. But I'm up and dressed, at least; I make
 
of this doctored lambskin a dish of myself: big hair,
lippy, a little bit lush, maybe even horny. I'm going
 
to breathe in and replate the take-out
again, shake cocktails. I'm going to spread swampy,
 
an idea, a mangrove of the air.

Copyright © 2014 by Karen Leona Anderson. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on March 25, 2014. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Copyright © 2014 by Karen Leona Anderson. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on March 25, 2014. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Karen Leona Anderson