I can’t stand the sight
of sausages
popping in the pan.
It’s a safe bet –

my youngest is fussy –
but it’s not a meal
that goes with wine.
I long to break rules

that have welded
in the fluorescent glare
of domestic life.
I place my bag down,

remove my shoes
to feel the cold joins
between polished boards,
dim the kitchen lights

so the sizzling is louder,
almost like laughter,
the moon through
the sliding doors

touching the small
of my back
in a gentle waltz.

Jane Frank is a poet and academic from Brisbane, Australia. She is the author of Milky Way of Words, published by Ginninderra Press in 2016. Her poems have recently appeared in Antipodes, Sonic Boom and Bluepepper, and are forthcoming in Cordite Poetry Review and takahē.

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