They’re simmering past midnight. Simmering and
steaming. I’m puddling like ice cream. Chocolate
cheesecake. Find me inside the freezer, contaminating
fifty-one flavors. Many think I’d melted—pluperfect tense.
Perhaps, but I’ve refrozen—present perfect. Look for
other tenses near the crab legs. You’ll see chicken breasts
and broccoli florets as well. One night you’ll find my filets.
One night you’ll want to thin-slice and deep-fry. In
avocado oil. With little pistachios. So many possibilities.
Jazz of scales. Cubism of stars.