the blueshift journal
blueshift / ˈblo͞oˌSHift / noun
the displacement of the spectrum to shorter wavelengths in the light coming from distant celestial objects moving toward the observer.
If you could see where I learned to cook
Emily O'Neill
sousing for my gram & I sing her French love songs I can’t translate / she knows
its about eyes & bones & beds I think / how embarrassing to not speak
the language, to undress parsley of yellow leaves & crave your tile island
how we don’t speak when eating / the coal quiet / sage leaves soft as rabbit
fur / shredded over risotto you are probably eating right now
in Chicago / I had rice for dinner too / from a freezer
bag / she’s been cooking three generations & is too tired for big meals
two consecutive nights / I take down the big knife, think
I’m helping & regret that I step outside myself so quickly
table where my plate would go cold & wait for me all night
until breakfast / each portion hard & dry & still mine / nothing like
the farrow dish we ordered twice / chestnuts & an open hand
waiting to take whatever is left / Gram carved pork into the pan
from the back of the fridge, pulled paring knife into her thumb again
again / two rabbits in the yard / a hutch she calls The Rabbit Taj Mahal
we had a rabbit meatballs that night, yes? / I can still keep consistent
enough to eyeball a 1/4 cup of diced onion exactly / it makes her proud
to see me snapping walnuts down to dust by hand