My stomach stapled, I study
the ample woman's delight
in this dance of sample, suckle
and savor, her capacity to revel,
to relish, decipher the subtleties
of lemon in blueberry cobbler,
paprika on potatoes, butter
proportions to cream, her flesh
a cushion wherever she's positioned,
days brightened by the promise
of breakfast, lunch and dinner,
every Main Street a cafe,
every house a kitchen.