artwork: ralph murre
Kitchen
Secrets
by
Julie C. Eger
The
first time I heard Elvis
I
was five-years-old.
Papa
was gone
and
I was peeking
around
the corner
while
Mama was
in
the kitchen
with
the radio on.
Come
supper time
I
danced to the table
with
swaying hips
and
bendy knees.
I
used my spoon
as
a microphone.
Papa
gave me the look
and
Mama said,
“That’s
enough child.”
And
I said, “No,
that’s
alright now Mama,
That’s
alright by me.”
~
first published on Poetry Dispatch
