I'ts in our Hands

Kitchen Battles

The lines on my hand
Slowly maturing
Minor skirmishes
Enduring
Like the accidental lick of a knife
Only the onion
Lost in the strife
This time
No blood flowing
A wondering mind
Every so often
A liability
The lamb stew
Still kept going
For every cook
A risk
Worth knowing

Today I almost cut off the tip of my finger. Luckily I woke up in time!
Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-01-10.