Biscuit Making

I’m home, making biscuits.
The chili started this morning’s
still simmering slow.

Butter’s warm on the stove top.
Another minute on the biscuits.
They’re high and brown now.

Added a little honey
for a sweet burn in the mouth.
The first taste of your tongue.

I’m gonna open them steaming,
eat them hot.
The butter melting and running.

And leave the chili simmering,
gathering, gathering heat.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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